I fell off my entertainment unit, when I was too lazy to slide it out from the wall, to change a cable, and instead climbed up after working 7 days straight at a high impact job in extreme heat all week, I did a mild lose gravity, and landed hard on my knee. Doctor thinks I knocked my knee cap off, but it popped back in. Whole thing swelled twice the size. I probably should have gone to the er, but I just strapped it up and went back to work where my manager ridiculed me for such a huge bandage. The same manager I dragged myself into work for because I thought they’d be left stranded. I probably need surgery still, it doesn’t hold my weight on a certain angle, but then I couldn’t drive for a bit, and I don’t know how I’d manage that with kids and such.

If you become a billionaire. When I get my superpowers, I’ll be coming for you. Maybe I’ll do a “Christmas carol / Scrouge” style montage and show you how many dead tiny Tim’s are in your trails.

But do you consider the other side of your views? I find it hard to believe someone actually has a true and complete understanding of capitaliam and then still goes on to defend it. Unless they have skin in the game. You don’t sound like you listen, while bagging out other people for not listening. If you do have a deep understanding, I would genuinely like to know how, specifically, you went from that understanding to pretending you don’t see how harmful it is. Please correct me if I haven’t taken your meaning correctly.

This one time in high school…

(I didn’t want to declare my gender, because ‘the site that shall not be named’ is an absolute dick to women, but I’m feeling like that might not be as much of a thing, here)

… I came across a group of 5 or 6 huge 6ft footballers, in a circle, kicking this small indigenous kid around and taunting him, I’m half their size, a girl ,probably 12, and just about the shyest quietest kid in school, but when I saw that, the pure rage that welled up in me, has no equivalent on earth, my muscles all lock up and knot and I (somehow) came out with a deep booming growl of a voice, that made all a these blokes just freeze dead, I boom at them, “what the fuck do you all think you’re doing!!” , and in a slow angry tone I add “do you all feel like big men, a heap of you, beating up on one guy” . And I stood there, all rage, staring them down. The indigenous boy noticed they were all frozen and scattered along the ground and grabbed his bag and pelted.

I realised this needed to end, and he had escaped, so I tried to throw out some finalising statement of ‘do you feel proud’ or’this better never happen again’ or something, I don’t really know, because by this stage, I’m gripped with ultimate terror of what I’ve done. These guys are twice my size, and happily beat up kids smaller than them. If they snap out of this and realise, I’m easy prey, I’m done for. I fake a hold on my rage, turn and (painfully) slowly walk away and proceed to lock myself in the girls toilet and cry for the rest of the day, expecting a mob of footballers to be out there, after snapping out of their trance, ready to dust me. But I made it home, unscathed. Those footballers gave me death stares, the rest of high school, but none of them ever spoke to me or gave me trouble, really. A taunt here and there, but always when surrounded by classmates. The indigenous boy came and found me and thanked me, later, I asked him if that had happened since and he said, yeah. But he still really appreciated me sticking up for him, that day.

I didn’t really think about what I did that day, those words to those footballers just fell out of my head, they rose up from the depths of my soul, I didn’t really feel like I controlled it.

But also, I know I’d do immoral shit, if I got superpowers, I’d go around and kill all the billionaires and dictators. I’d probably give them an ultimatum, give away your money or die.

I feel like the boys just represents a more realistic subsection of humans, there would be a percentage that are narcissists and have powers, and a percentage that are highly moralistic, like in gen v. And I could see capitalism being the real bad guy, in real life, just like in the boys.

Even if you paid too much, it’s still going to appreciate further. Just a slightly longer wait, maybe. And property is supposed to be a long game.

House. And house 2. I loved them as a kid, rewatched a heap of times. Old, cheesey, trippy. You will ask the TV wtf is going on, multiple times.

Thiamine, aka B1 vitamin. So your liver uses all your B1 tryna process all the alcohol, then there’s none for your brain = headaches, foggy thinking etc. I have some before bed, and upon waking, and some food. Long term deprivation of B1 -causes permanent brain damage. Also there’s the dehydration thing too.

Radical acceptance. And then to follow, build a core of self supporting psychology structures to live by, which sounds complex, but it’s just things like

Emotional regulation tools. Distress tolerance. Self support concepts.

Let me know if you want me to expand on anything.

I got these same struggles, bud.