mh-, in general
I hate those little mental twinges of mixed fear and self loathing, where my brain decides right now is a fine and useful time to feel that it’s too late for me to become a romantic/sexual partner or artist, a valued non-art employee, or even to hope for a better housing situation.
Aside from familiarity, possibly numbing emotions when I feel stuck, or providing justification for treating myself to things I want, what good is this?