My mother frequently reminds me that an oft-cited definition of insanity is the doing of the same thing over and over while expecting different results.
I, in turn, remind her that I suffer from a related, yet different malaise: that of doing entirely different things and ending up as charred human wreckage at the same twisted crash site.
It's like a horrible, vivid nightmare, where you're buying tickets for the merry-go-round and standing in line for the merry-go-round and climbing onto the pretty horsie on the merry-go-round and the ride starts and all of a sudden OH MY GOD, how did I end up back on the roller coaster, ROLLER COASTER OF DEATH?!?"
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