Meanwhile, my spouse is staring at me as if I simply had a lobotomy or ngentot something. From what? From different feelings. Is it around family?

… just pitch black however how long ago was that… We think we work greater than we do (research present most people prime out somewhere round three hours of actual work per day, the remainder is simply fucking around).

When are you checking out mentally and ngewek why? I don't like fucking round until it is to try to do something novel; at the present time-to-day stuff is burning me out. Consequently, lots of people start spinning up a bunch of stories about how that is the final word degree of self-consciousness, kontol just feeling stuff all the time.

But lots of people ascribe profundity to any and each emotion that arises.