Inner monologue before fixing T levels:
Something feels consistently wrong. Meh, probably just a li’l general depression. I can live with that. It’s part of the human experience in a fallen world. I’ll try to concentrate on being kind.
Inner monologue after fixing T levels:
HOT BANANAS I WILL FIGHT EVERYONE ALL AT ONCE IF THATS WHAT IT TAKES TO MAKE THINGS 1% BETTER. WHY IS NO ONE ELSE FIGHTING. TIME FOR A DOMESTIC CRUSADE. DEO VOLENTE. PRAISE THE LORD AND PASS THE AMMO.
Jury’s out on whether this is an objective improvement 🤷♂️