Multi-factor authentication

We hold these Truths... Why is it so difficult to understand that events, let's call them, have more than one cause? That things are complex and one thing can be true and another thing can be true as well. Why am I so easily frustrated is the real question, I guess. Every time I get my hair done at some point in our catching-up conversation my hairdresser will softly say: "You are too hard on yourself." Standards aren't high enough! I think. But I just say: "Yeah, I know." Because both of those things are true! I find my mind now fits into what Adorno warned about in The Culture Industry: The warn grooves of association. We can only think the same things over and over. I'm content these days staying home and observing the world. Commenting on it from a distance. When I do engage, or take part in some event, it feels very energizing and at the same time also exhausting. Mentally u energizing, it' gives me new things to feed off of. Physically and emotionally exhausting, it causes me stress to interact and suppress anxiety and annoyance with people and worry about my own behavior and mode of self-presentation. I often explain to Chris that the effort to get ready for an event in public, including family gatherings, is a huge stressor for me, as a woman, that he simply cannot begin to fathom. I often list the steps, metal and material I go through just to go out to dinner 'or to a birthday party of concert. It seems to only get worse as you get older. I dread the rigmarole. It should not be that hard. I heard recently that the biggest factor in life is inertia. having to continually find the ;energy to begin a task is harder than continuing what is already in play. That is why there are so many jokes about being stay-at-home self-employed. I try to make it a habit, even if I know I am not going to leave the house, which is mostly these days,to get dressed. Sometimes aI pick out a nice outfit and do my hair and makeup. Motivated by the fear that I will slid into  a state of permanent state of dishevelment. Perhaps the myth of Sisyphus is far more mundane, a story about everyday inertia than some deep existential metaphor. Or perhaps our everyday efforts to over come inertia are, Sisyphean. Both, right? No need to choose the singular interpretable truth of a myth. That our mundane struggles are the stuff of myth is the kind of truism I can get behind.