Yall I dunno where to post this, but it has to go somewhere.

I don't care about the end of the world anymore.

It's going to happen. There's nothing I can do about it. I'll have to sit and watch as it slowly shrivels into a dry ball of toxic dust. Fine.

All I want is to live long enough to laugh at the scrambling elites trying and failing to get off the planet/try and reverse the death long after rigormortis has set in. They want to ignore it, to keep making money, they clearly don't care.

I want to see the moment when they realize their money is worthless as it turns to ash.

After that. Whatever man.

As a kid, I always hated when my mom brushed my hair, it was always extremely painful, she'd yank chunks of hair out of my scalp, make my ears red and irritated, burn me with the dryer/iron

I used to think she just didn't know how to make it not hurt or was just clumsy, my hair was long and I was little...

But I recently let her do it again for a formal function as an adult, with my partner in the room. (Because I told him she was always rough with it)

And it didn't hurt... she put her hand up to protect my scalp, she didn't yank, or tug too hard, or burn me, or make me almost cry.

Which means she always knew. She could've always been gentle... she just chose to hurt me instead.