I don’t want to fit into a dopamine trap of never ending plastic pretend, where winning is by definition at the expense of everyone else, and any ideals or sense of togetherness and goals are to be replaced by product placements, consumerism and ads to sell you shit you don’t need or do things you don’t want.
*And* I’m perfectly fine with you wanting to torture yourself like that, as long as you don’t force it down my throat.