Every so often, I wake up as if from a fugue state, unable to recall where I’ve been for the past few hours or why I smell like cheap incense. Upon further investigation, I often discover a large charge on my credit card from Namaste Bookshop and a pocket full of absolutely worthless crystals with questionable healing qualities that I do not remember. Listen, crystals are like reality TV, your Uncle Tim’s toupee, or reverse racism – completely fake. However, if you’re like me, you have so many problems that you’ll try anything (read: a variety of pseudo-solutions to avoid…