The economy is collapsing. I'm taking a pay cut to go back to an old job. There's no telling where we're going. Or which way the rower's rowing. I'm burnt out and want a nap.
Here's a theory; I'm a chaos engine. All the crazy stuff that happens in the world and my life comes from me. When things are extra strange and scary, I get tired from all the energy I unconsciously expend. Vise versa when things are more normal.
What does it mean when I laugh at the financial situation we are in? Why do I smile and laugh more the more I hear the economist nash and cry? How sick am I in the head or am I sick at all?