here’s the thing: everyone complains about late capitalism and how alienated and isolated we all are. everyone acknowledges this, and reassures each other of this, alone.
you need to get out of yourself, and your head, and your small bubble of one, and you need to go see old friends, or former friends, or people in your social circle who are just meh, or your annoying roommates, or your co-workers, or your former co-workers, or your lame family members, or your lame and bigoted family members, or strangers at a bar, or whomever, and party. meeting people is praxis, strengthening relationships is praxis, making yourself seen and vulnerable to another is praxis. please, guys, go out.
this, here, now, is a facsimile, mediated through a thousand screens. go kiss, go get kissed, go reject a kiss, go be denied a kiss. go out.
this is trotskyite deviationism, I’m busy building socialism in one bedroom
Are we just pretending not to notice that this is a copypasta, is that the joke?
Hilarious how many people saw that as a personal attack.
This was one of the funniest struggle sessions
No way deep state, I’m not leaving my bunker to get zapped by the pronoun police drones.
