I was "in 2020 years old" before I figured out that no small part of the reason American's don't set things on fire is that there is no social safety net or nationalized healthcare. We are literally scared we will go hungry or die without our medicines.
The Greatest, Most Free Country In The World ™️ bows and scrapes to corporate overlords and leaders trying to destroy democracy because we've been blackmailed. When we have to choose between freedom and *the actual possibility of death*, we don't want to die.
It's not a stupid choice. If you can't live without your insulin, if you don't have savings (ha), if there's a three hour line at the local foodbank, then you can't risk your job and your family's little scrap of something like security.
I was very brave today! Now I will tell you about it!
As you may have noticed, I currently have, to paraphrase "O Brother Where Art Thou" that DE-pression on.
For the last six (eight?) weeks, I have been in a miserable shame cycle with my dirty bathrooms. Every time I take a bath or wash my face or brush my teeth, I'm overwhelmed by how gross everything is.
Oh diet season. The ghoulish tradition of reading that 95-98% of diets fail, but being surrounded by them anyway.
Is it any wonder that people won't wear a mask even though science says they work.
People don't believe consequences apply to them, but even more critically: There is major profit to be made convincing people to go along with these lies.
That's what the diet industry and the COVID denier industry have in common: They use lies urge people toward cruelty and death because they can reap profit and power from it.
We got Thai food so I wouldn't have to cook dinner, and the power of very spicy noodles (or at least the chili endorphins) briefly made me feel like myself again.
Food not tasting good has been one of the clues that made me realize I'm super dupes depressed right now and not just "in a bit of a mood" for the last six months.
Other clues: Can't concentrate long enough to read, regularly sleeping 9-10 hours, significant decline in general horniness, keep turning the heat down so I can swaddle myself in blankets.