Not A Treatise

The trick is to numb yourself enough so you don't have to feel anything.

Pain, pleasure, love and hate should all become Abstractions, Concepts that have no real bearing on your day-to-day life.

Keep moving. Don't you dare stop, don't even think about trying to breathe, because if you actually take the time to assess how you feel about your retarded brother's tantrums, your father's frustration, the inevitable departure of loved ones, all the deadlines you have to meet and the multiplicity of your own inadequacies, there is the very real possibility that you could become depressed and hysterical.

Don't reach out. Don't ask for help. Cold, calculated logic will save you.

And whatever you do, don't ever look back.