I don't know, it's a weird
time in the world,
I think it's fair to say.
Like, you kind
of know you're
living in a weird
period in history
when you go to therapy
and your therapist is like,
"Do you want to go
first or should I?"
"You know, I maybe...
maybe we should just talk
at the same time.
Maximize on the session."
Yeah, I am someone
who has a lot of anxiety,
and it is weird that anxiety
is finally on message.
Like, if you're an anxious
person, it's kind of like,
"Well, you know, this
is what we trained for.
This is... This is
our Olympics."
It's like, all those nights
awake, like, "It's showtime."
You know?
All the scenarios at once.
Yeah, I am-- I have
some anxiety.
I also have some depression.
I kind of like to do--
You know, anxiety
for the week,
depression on
the weekends.
Like, they both
have custody.
But, I recently started
a new medication,
and it's working,
but has a side effect
I didn't know about:
I get terrible dry mouth,
which, you know, perfect
for this line of work, but...
it did make me realize
that a lot of medications
are like Greek myths.
Like you, the mortal,
you get what you want,
but there's always, like,
a cost you're not
being told about.
It's always like...
"Oh, yeah. You'll be more
fun to hang out with...
but whenever you try
to talk to people...
dust will fly out of your mouth!
You're welcome."
It's always like, "Ah,
you'll get what you want.
You'll get what you want."
And you're like, "Why did
you say it again, Doctor?
In a weird tone that
felt unnecessary."
I don't know.
As someone who lives
a lot in my head, I do...
You know, I do take
a lot of naps.
Fear naps, I call them.
I love napping.
Like, my one problem
with it is the waking up part.
That's where you lose me
a little bit, only because it is
the most disorienting
feeling every time.
Like, no one ever takes a nap
and then is just, like,
"That was a great idea,
and now I feel great!"
You know?
Waking up from a nap is
always some version of this,
where you're like...
Like you're always
in a murder mystery,
where you play
all the characters.
You have to, like, piece
things back together
based on clues around you.
You're just like,
"Who... who was I?
Pizza crust.
Pizza crust.
It's all crust, damn it.
Suspect seemed pretty cool."
Like, the only feeling
I would compare
waking up from
a nap to is, like,
if you stopped to
check your reflection
in a parked car on the street,
and then, you
suddenly realize
there's someone
sitting in the car.
It's like, "No! Why is
this happening?
Is my family okay?
What is hair?"
Like, none of the
questions make sense.
How do you even get
out at that point?
Are you just like,
"I was never here...
This was all a dream...
No, you're weird.
You were sitting in your car,
parked on the street.
I was just making sure
I still had a face."
