in praise of living on the edge

on diversity of safety and tolerance of risk

People regularly shock me.

I’m neither shocked nor appalled when I see some odd, screwed up, cross dressing twenty something with a personality disorder on the internet or in person. Though I believe them to be suffering from a neurotic adaptation, caused by a pain that can never be healed, I play along with their delusions. It’s my way of being polite.

I don’t believe what you say you are, but I’ll go along with it as your life has likely been pretty shit for you to want to mutilate yourself like this.

It’s the normies who really get to me.

The worst part about a corporate normie?

They believe that how they are living and the paradigm they exist with in is ‘correct’.

When we moved into our current home, the insurance company insisted on sending someone to inspect our house. They wanted to make sure there weren’t any hazards. Believing that we were hazard free - at least reasonably hazard free, I gladly complied.

Insurance companies are not reasonable. Either that or their too reasonable.

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