There exist the kind of people (you) for whom life is some kind of project. After talking to them you stop feeling good for a few hours; life starts tasting like food cooked without salt. I, a thrill-seeking HUMAN, have a BS detector that seems to match my boredom detector, as if we were equipped with a naturalistic filter, dullness-aversion. Ancestral life had no homework, no law firm partners, no civil servants, no academic grades, no conversation with the project manager, no JDs, no table of procedure, no application form, no trip to New Jersey, no Master Purchase Agreement, no conversation with someone boring you: all life was random stimuli and nothing, good or bad, ever felt like work. Dangerous, yes, but never boring.

Much of modern life is preventable chronic stress injury.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3631341&forum_id=2#33433438)

Sort yourself out, bucko.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3631341&forum_id=2#33433476)

if you wish to deconstruct, do so

if not, GET OUT OF THE WAY

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3631341&forum_id=2#33434027)