You’re so – different. Not such an –
Yeah. It’s like before I was so – driven. It’s like I was in a car, no, I was the car. And it was always in high gear, in screaming high gear. I had to get somewhere, I always had to get somewhere. I couldn’t sit still without revving my engine, roaring my engine. Every car was a car I had to pass, and every time another car passed me, it was such an affront, it was so – humiliating.
And then it stopped. And the silence – the not being driven, not being pushed – I could think. For the first time in my life, I could just – think. And feel. All sorts of things. Subtle things. I don’t know how to describe it.
For a while I was so – sad. I thought if I could’ve lived my whole life like that – I wanted a ‘do over’ so bad. I wanted my life back. It’s like it had been – hijacked or something.
So what happened? I mean, what changed everything?
Oh. I got in a car accident. Lost the family jewels.
(inspired by reading about burdizzos)