It doesn’t make you confident. If anything it’s the ritual that makes you confident. It makes you lazy as it fogs the conscious mind and sends you into a waking sleep. It makes you worse and it makes me awful. The trick it plays is that it affects the memory of the time you shared together, makes you remember a better experience than you actually had. In reality it make you sick but tricks you into forgiving and forgetting. Australia is an addict and as far as drugs go it’s a dull choice. But for many it’s a solution, one that while it’s solving your problems makes you worse at dancing, sleeping, paying attention, being productive, being happy, making friends, making sense, finding love, feeling love, making love, being good, feeling good, being creative, making music, remembering what’s important and existing. It is both the easy way out and the hard way out and I love it, too much to bare.