I wish I was a twilight zone character, who spent my time complaining that my video games with gratuitous violence didn’t have enough gratuitous sex, so my ironic punishment is that I wake up in a world with no violence and tons of sex, and then Rod Sterling kind of bashfully kicks his feet in the ending monologue because that world fucking rocks and he didn’t teach me anything.
Governor’s Office: “Hey! I’m so glad you reached out. I’m actually at capacity / helping someone else who’s in crisis / dealing with some personal stuff right now, and I don’t think I can hold appropriate space for you. Could we connect [later date or time] instead / Do you have someone else you could reach out to?”