I, too, enjoy Balatro.

Wait for the workers to come in and attack them, not the equipment.

He’s over there getting an evil genocidal hate boner while I hope he dies painfully. Extra credit if he starts to realize it in his last seconds.

Even when I was in that kind of group, I would feel embarrassed about pushing in a group. I didn’t realize I didn’t believe it yet, but that always felt odd and embarrassing in a group, and so pointless when alone.

I was still too brainwashed to think anything of it, but part of me always knew.