Pūciņa is secretly artistic genius Martian.

After high highs come low lows, is better to stay right in the middle ish. Which is why I think my mind has decided to keep me in this meh whatever state of chilling the fuck out with overly optimism type of thing knowing that chances are that shit will come crashing down hard. Some sort of protection mechanism? Or I maybe am bottling it up and on day I will just blow up xD Who knows right?