Travel is high stress for me. I listen to an 8 hour recording of wolves howling, to relax me. After a horrific trip, I took off my headphone and lay down and played it on a speaker. I slept like a log but the toddler next door cried all night, worried about the monsters.

See, the problem with everyone sitting on their fucks, acting like they have no fucks to give, is that we have a very fuck-dependent economy. By hoarding fucks, the value of each fuck is artificially inflated, creating an unstable market for fucks. No one knows how much they're worth, and we've lowered the interest rate in fucks to near zero as it is.