We have built within us a need to fight for survival. Natural selection has bred us to constantly be fighting for the top. When we get there we have no idea what to do with it.
We need something to fight against, that’s why we all love under dog stories.
Shit, I’m sorry. I had close to 1m before I bailed. It was all quality comment karma though. I just have no life.
If I can figure out how to slap someone over tcp the internet might become usable again.
I did for a while, but that was my seque into English breakfast, and I’m now a Scottish breakfast guy. Brodies is my jam.
And crickets…
Are you smarter than a calculator?