I'm genuinely not trying to make light of your point, I agree with it. I just think I also have a degree of culpability when I make myself Mad Online.

The game is rigged to make me want to get mad, and for that to be socially rewarding. But for my own sake I do try to pull in the opposite direction

Oh absolutely. Social media is corrosive! I mean, we call it brain rot after all. And there's only so much an individual can do against the firehose of social behaviors it encourages. But social forces didn't make me check my notifications. I could've just taken my nyquil and gone back to sleep.

I mean, I'm here right now, so clearly I'm willing to indulge in a little cognitohazard as a treat. But I do genuinely think rage-baiting yourself is a bad habit and one that we can ease ourselves out of.

Sure, but part of "eating fewer sweets" is to not put them directly in your line of sight, or regularly check up on them to make sure they're still where you left them. If you *want* to not be pissed off all the time, you should make at least a minor effort to not provoke yourself.

Still mad about this actually.

The guy who made my first office job miserable by proselytizing to me all the time because he didn't think orthodoxy was "really christianity" recently tried to connect with me on linkedin re: becoming an orthodox influencer.

I would like to know less about you Brad.

idk, I feel like there's always been a lot of pressure for people who continued to exercise precautions to be conciliatory to people who didn't.

Like I've been personally sitting on the time machine dial, keeping them from making it 2019 agin.

I feel like here's where I'm supposed to say here that things are better now.

And sure, I can type again, and look at computer screens, and I've got small in-person group events going again; but my sense of direction never came back, and I can't repair estranged relationships with people who died.

I lost *10* friends and family members over a three year period, got serious brain damage from medical negligence, and everyone expects me to just Be Normal now.

It's really hard not to be resentful about that sometimes.

Roast goat or lamb (I like goat, my aunt likes lamb; whoever hosts gets to pick). Spanikopita or kolokithopita if I can find the filo I like. Roasted chestnuts. Usually like a pound of greens. I swear I make more every year and somehow I still never have leftover greens the next day.

Shorthand: If someone expresses that US Imperialism is a stain upon the earth whose sin can never be washed clean, but Soviet or Chinese imperialism is either acceptable or just didn't happen, you're talking to a tankie.