I am grudgingly envious of people who can tolerate seemingly endless amounts of energetic distortion and still function. I myself am a hothouse flower in this regard. I can put up with dirty energy in short bursts, but then I have to get back to my sanctum and perform a ritual reset — hot tub and a nap, usually — before I can resume my rarefied lifestyle. I think of myself as a pretty rough-and-tumble guy, but when it comes to having my energy frazzled, I’m a little petunia.
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