To be fair I got stressed from “A Pirate Looks at 40” when I was like…24.

Love that song though. Don’t know if it would help your dad but whenever I get down about mortality I find comfort in this thought - Any small act of good can have a profound effect on the world long after you’re gone, and knowing I might already have some unknown and silent legacy, selfishly, makes me feel better about leaving the world before accomplishing everything I’d hope to.

It’s harder to see where the other side is coming from when you’re standing so far apart.

“Normal people,” or people anywhere in the middle of the two poles, who can see both sides still are generally pretty quiet now because they get attacked by one side for “sympathizing” with the other. I talk to both extremes daily in my line of work, and it’s exhausting to be respectful of either far-directional sentiment all day, every day

I really dig using “mook” as an insult, playfully or otherwise. It’s somewhat normal in my tight circles but I get looks every time I’m in other groups when I drop a “what a mook”