On Comfort-Seeking Mechanisms
I tend to occasionally end my workdays by pulling my headphones back on and stopping by any random Fail compilation I can find on YouTube.
There's something soothing to realizing that no matter if you've been the daily verbal abuse vector for the Metro area's lot of Mercedes dealerships, you still haven't been in the same shoes as an idiot who figured he'd Dude Perfect his way through a backwards handaxe throw and who comes painfully close to murdering the cameraman and maiming a few of his close friends...

















