I think I'm pretty much done with my PTSD.

Too much shit going on these days to get stuck with the past. Point I just noticed, when watching this DeNiro vs Travolta flick (Killing Season). After Bobby's character got shot in his calf with an arrow, I was expecting him to snap the arrow in three pieces, leaving the bit in his leg to work as a plug against bleeding. Instead, I just found myself telling him: "Don't pull it through, what are you, an utter moron?"