When do we stop and realise, actually, we are the ones down the road meant to fix it?
I know a lot of you STEM people think us artists are inferior human beings, but if there's one thing I want you to hear me out on, it's this.
I can understand how my train of thought can seemingly violently pinball around disparate topics, but I'd like to think I mention everything for a point.
You can only imagine the feeling of betrayal when it dawns upon them that this was what they were aspiring for.
I mean, you can; whether or not you should is up to you to decide.
While the STEM people in my mentions seem to think that's what I recommend, I um. I don't.
I invite you, dear STEM person, to have a read.
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But we can, as non-STEM, guide you on how to deal with having to face the thing you love and has brought genuine good to the world, has never been innocent.
We enjoy the things we like, and that's why we confront their inferior qualities as well.
As a kid when I drew those pictures of the Shuttle for class, I full well knew what the Shuttle's deal was. How it became something of a white elephant, perhaps built for all the wrong reasons.