What actually drives us?

I really want to know. According to anthropologists (from what I understand) our most basic instincts for the continuation of life boils down to food and sex.

Not that I have a problem with this. In theory. In practice it is a different matter.

I can go for days without food (trust me, my brain is evil and has made me go for four days (the longest) without any food. Although I was allowed lemon water and a glass of red wine each night, so it wasn’t all bad.) And I haven’t been able to have actual sex for years. Years. Seriously, for like 108 years I’ve been only able to touch myself and no others.

That last bit may be an exaggeration. But not much of one.

So either I’m extraordinarily strong in exerting my will over nature, or I’m a self indulgent twit who is so self absorbed that I think my feelings of inadequacy and insecurity actually amount to something and that they take precedence over what other people are going through, and am therefore to be offered charitable help and assistance.

Thinking on it, I think I actually prefer to just die, thanks.

How many xanax DOES it take to get to the center of the crypt?

Inquiring minds want to know.