You’re not alone! There is no way a sane person doesn’t feel like they need something to numb their frayed nerves.
The women would point out there’s a world going to hell in a hand basket right outside my door and I have no significant troubles to contrast them to.
As often observed, offices create weird families. Haphazardly formed though they are, they contain similar characteristic components of unity and division; joy and grief.
Take mine, for instance, an office universally considered within our institution to contain an unusual number of saints, misfits, myopic, insane (i.e. me), hanger-ons and true believers. Part of the reason for this is because we’re a creative division and this no doubt injects another layer of mayhem among us. But over time, it can be said that we sort of established a hard-won measure of acceptance and peace.