You wake up one day to find yourself with unfathomable wealth. You're not sure how it happened, but you're not going to question it. You have enough riches that your children's children's children will live a life of utter opulence and decadence. You're not sure what to do with all this money, it's unearned. You were born into incredible wealth so you were free to take risks. Even if you failed, you'd still in the 0.1%. However, mostly blind luck, you invested and made a few gambles, and it paid out. Sure, you had to lie, cheat, and steal a bit, but you're not going to think about that. The world is your oyster. People flock to you. They swarm, looking to you for guidance as one of the richest people who ever lived. People hang on to your every word. You start to believe that maybe, after all, you are chosen. Your humility and humanity start to leave as you choose flattery over honest feedback. Sycophantic, desperate men idolize you as you are an avatar for their own mediocrity and lack of acuity. Whether they or you realize it or not, your own mediocrity represents the escape fantasy. A line gets crossed; maybe it's the psychedelics, lack of sleep, and alcohol, or maybe it's the isolation and sadness as you start to stare down your own mortality, but your id takes control, impulse over consideration. Rather than self-actualization, you choose self-infantilization. You buy your way into a despotic government run by a clueless old man who you can easily woo with flattery and fame. You can reform this world in your making.... and you lie about video game and cry publicly about a beef with twitch streamer.

What is even happening?

Even this mental exercise of trying to explain the world I lived in to my past self in 2015 is too stupid to even take seriously. This goddamn timeline.... I swear...

Elon sucks. Also, 🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦