"For me, these caveman traits can crop up for for days at a time. Those familiar sensations, which feel like a cross between a sinking ship and a bird frantically flapping in a cage it has now found itself trapped in, are most at home on days like today.
I call them lost days...
It’s the feeling that —despite my rational self trying to chime in — life is a kind of path to be followed, with a formulaic trajectory. And today, maybe again tomorrow, I'm not going along that trajectory, and I'm not following that path; I'm lost.
On lost days I don’t see society as the living, breathing series of human interactions I sometimes do. I see it as this upwards slope on a rocky terrain, sludgy with mud, with very little footholds and points of purchase to hoist myself up. If I make a wrong move, I’ll tumble downwards and there’s no knowing how long for."
https://medium.com/the-coffeelicious/lost-day-8865fd494abc
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