For some 40 (2) even years I’ve fought with most anyone and everyone that would reciprocate, yelled and shaken my fists at those that would not.
In the dark light of my best intentions, nary a perceived injustice would ever be too small not to confront.
If I don’t, who will?
This is a justification.
And I’ve come to realize, it’s bloody tiring.
Despite this admission, I won’t change.
What I might do is try to figure out when/how to quit the fights that aren’t worth the effort…but…more likely, I’ll just keep going until I can’t.
I’ve always appreciated reciprocity of resistance.
As there are no (actual) employees at Corporate Psycles, the only potential for resistance to mine own ramshackle tyranny is you.
You need to get beyond your pretentious douschebaggery. Fucking grow up you wouldn’t last a day on a fishing boat. A fucking bike is a simple machine, you think it is an art form and you are mistaken. Sorry to bear the bad news- you have no adventure in your life! You suck! I will bike on…
He is entirely and totally right.
I would not survive on a fishing boat, not an hour never mind a day.
Without this particular input, I may never have acknowledged that fact.
So speak up.
You might enjoy it.
And I might learn something.