Neglect duties.
Redirect relationships towards a more goal-orientated path.
Sacrifice 16 of your sunday nights to wednesday morning onto a gold-plated ponzi scheme that will burnish your outward demeanour and inner psyche with an unwarranted hue of either noxious lament or obsequious joy.
Grasp at the cold morning air of Thanksgiving like a sacred native wrapped in a gift blanket.
Accept the quarterback into your heart. Yes, that overly robust jesus figure whose profession resembles the worst acts of childhood (petulance, short-attention span, obnoxious, toys out the pram, inability to follow instructions to the letter, sense of entitlement) is indeed a bad religion, but Nietzsche was a nihilst till his sister read the will, so nail your colours to the mast before we all run out of kerosene.
