When people get old they get soft and want to be safe with the tribe. There’s a fear of being forgotten or exiled from the tribe when you die, and people want to be remembered. It sucks because I remember so many pacts I made with friends growing up that have mostly been broken because of peer pressure. I wish they knew that total strangers don’t give a fuck about them and real friends are where you form a perspective unique to your group. We’ve gone from forming genuine relationships to subjugating ourselves to the shallow collective. We’ve become just passerby’s in life, just another walking meatbag chasing our respective dragon, only to nod at our neighbors with the same abysmal look in our eyes signaling a subliminal desperation as if a fire is dying spark by irreplaceable spark. The only time we will feel alive again is during protests or riots. It’s the road they want us to go down. Fuck that shit. For what it’s worth, these .win sites are a breath of fresh air for once. Helps me stay positive that I’m not alone in this progressively dystopian nightmare.