It tells you that you enjoy the adrenaline of low-key, low-stakes grief. The type of grief you feel from simply being alive. I rarely place my one small life in the context of a big and tragic world. I consistently dismiss my relentless good fortune. I constantly look back, noticing how good things were then and now look. Look what I had made of it. Look what I had lost. Look at these mistakes, all of them, scattered at my feet. What a loss. What a loser. Only to look back a few years from
