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By Mark Morford
It has come to my attention that you are perhaps wildly understimulated. Or maybe just mildly? Whichever. Either way, not getting quite enough of the good stuff, the kick and juice that makes you feel alive and awake and happy to be barely surviving on this little blue speck of space lint we call home.
Does that sound about right? Is that you? Are you aching and craving and moaning deep in the night, and not just because the dog won't shut up, the kids are stabbing each other with forks, Obama has yet to fix the pothole in your driveway, and no one seems to understand your deepest desires and most obvious tell-tale facial expressions? I know just how you feel.
It has therefore come to my attention that you could use some additional, shall we say, titillation. Pleasure. Awareness. Consciousness. Muscles better and nerves more, as the poet said. Something electrifying? Revitalizing? A little bit of the up and under, wink and tickle? Damn straight, as the poet added.
You are far from alone. They say we are an increasingly desensitized country. Or a decreasingly sensitive one? Whichever. Either way: we just ain't feeling it all that much anymore. We are dejected and perpetually jaded, numbed out at a very deep level. Everything's amazing and nobody's happy, as the comic said, smartly. ...
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