I don't know how to tell a joke. I never tell jokes. I can tell stories that happened to me… anecdotes. But never a joke.
The root of the problem I have is anxiety, and it's all derived from something – I'm just going to say it, some kind of sadness. It manifests in so many different ways and it affects people differently.
Curiously, a principle affects your life whether you are aware of it or not. For instance, the principle of gravity was working long before the apple ever fell on Newton's head. But once it did, and he understood it, then we as a society were free to harness this principle to create, among other things, airline flight.
I'm pretty sure I'm not at war with myself.
Don't be against things so much as for things.