All the time.

Let's not lie. Every living moment is a suspension of disbelief. Going to the market and picking up some milk, waiting in line, handing over a dollar for it and walking away, like it was nothing at all.

Think about the life of that milk for one second. A cow had to be pregnant or pumped with some hormone to confuse its udders and body before we extract the milk. Pasteurize it. Bottle it. Ship it half across the country. To appear in a building especially designed to hold products that all have similar back stories.

Meanwhile, half of those products go bad and get thrown into the locked bins before they're shipped off back the other way across the country to the incinerators. While people on this building's door step sit with their hand stretched out asking for spare change. God forbid you let them have some of the stuff that's being thrown away. No, better off leave him asking for spare change and let a Good Samaritan fork out an extra dollar for this poor soul's milk rather than have an economy of grace.

Drop that goddamn spoon and pick up the shovel. Let's dig deeper. All these causes we see and hear: environmentalism and pollution, society versus sexism and racism, the fight against political corruption, refugees and terrorism in our midst. All of it, it's constantly around us and if not here and now, then forced down our throat by the media and these fucking intellectuals, activists and artists when all we're trying to do is grab some milk to make a goddamn cup of tea.

Yes, what I practice is suspension of disbelief on a regular, every single moment of my life basis because reality is harsh and I'm trying to live life with some joy left in it.