True and sometimes the garbage bag just explodes and there's
  coffee grounds, rotten banana peels, spoiled milk and all sorts
  of nastiness that spills all over your nice clothes, ruining
  your shoes in the process that you've been SO CAREFUL to keep
  clean. Much of the cacophony doesn't fit into nice, neat
  Chomskyan patterns. It's more like finding your adult self in
  3rd grade recess, just as you are after 1/2 a bottle of Tequila,
  except all the kids aren't kids and there's no playground but
  the noise levels and strange behaviors are everywhere. You have
  no control over anything that's happening around you and you
  just have to do your best to maintain sense of self in the
  process. == [actually that's not true - you have to lose
  yourself in the process but it's like being the house that's
  under construction - allowing the process... ugh analogies suck
  here] ==

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