Imagine spending weeks in the jungle holding a camouflaged urine collection bag under a chimpanzee while also dodging falling chimpanzee shit. What a life.

No standups, no Workday goals, just nature. And piss. And flying shit. What a lucky guy.

Based on the anesthetic I had a few years ago it’s probably not the third thing, but the therapist was annoying me.

A long time ago, my old therapist asked me what I thought would happen after I died. I told him I didn’t know and was ok waiting to find out when it happened. He pressed me on it and I said “ok, either the big switch flips and that’s it, or something soul-like survives, or the human mind dilates my final moments into an eternity because it cannot comprehend non-existence.” And then he changed the subject.

This reminds me of that.