Kafkaesque metawhorephosis
You start acting like a confused alien who got stuck in a whorehouse because your brain is melting from too much chaos.
I told my dog I was going to take over the world, but I just cried into my cereal.
My boss said I looked like a mad scientist who forgot to charge his phone.
I texted my crush: ‘I’m not crazy. I just have a lot of existential problems.’