Well, I’m mid-forties, work full time, and have a child. However, I was miserable and it got pretty bad. Eventually, with the help of a lot of therapy, I began to understand the importance of taking care of myself in an actual and meaningful way. When you sideline BG3 in lieu of other priorities, the thing that gets deprioritized isn’t the game, it is you. This concept seemed crazy to me at first, but I am now starting to understand it and believe that it is important enough to share.

It’s okay to tell people that you have gaming time between 6pm and 7pm nightly. No phone, no chores, just you and an adventure.

6 hours. That’s what I logged today, and I honestly am only stopping because I have to go to work in the morning.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. This is my life now.

Thank you!

Thousands? Now we’re talking. I’ll check it out.

Pussy?

Fellas, is it gay to trick your girlfriend into blowing you daily?

I get what you’re saying. However, I don’t think that the solution to that is hiding identities online, but rather killing the politicians.

I knew that it was controversial as I typed it. You right,

Yep. Thanks for checking.

I know that anonymity is the way it is and don’t think that me changing my display does anything about one way or the other. I definitely shit post, because I can. There is literally no consequence. If I somehow hit the right combination of words and someone commits suicide, I would never know. If I share something that someone looks views at their workplace and then gets fired, I would never know. The entire thing is just people collectively shrugging responsibility for their behavior and that has a net negative effect on society.

I’m not going to change my name over to my real name, although that is generic enough that would not be identifying, but I am going to point out that people do shitty things with anonymity and that the world would be better off without it.

That was dope. Thank you for sharing that!

I would be honored.

Then hot swapping in new dicks on the opposing down stroke.

Divorced man, mid-forties, job pays well but not great, tried to get into old interests to stave off depression but collecting action figures didn’t do it and he couldn’t remember how to play the ukulele, which is like the one thing that made him interesting in high school. So, he turned to those early college years when he and his friends, whom he hasn’t talked to in ages, would stay up all night smashing Jägermeister and having heady though naive conversations about the world and how things ought to be. Night after night he sat on his balcony, looking at a world that would be better if only it listened to him, ignoring his broken instrument, smashed in frustration, and occasionally espousing his philosophy 101 understanding of nihilism to his last remaining friend, the Batman, until one late night, after finishing a nice piss, the pain became too great and, in a drunken stupor, he slowly allowed himself to fall over the balcony into the sweet release of death. He left behind only unanswered emails and texts from his worried adult children. A pitiful end to a pitiful life so completely devoid of significance that the character doesn’t even warrant a name.

So he had a meeting with a soccer player then?

Yeah, we could do with less PD and Pearson certainly doesn’t need all of our money, especially in a budget deficit year.

It sounds like your beef with post-secondary education.

Can elaborate on how the education system is corrupt? I’m a public school teacher and I would like to get in on the grift.

… wait … what?

I’m more concerned by the presence of the camera and less concerned about whether or not my taint pictures can be acquired by third parties. I don’t want a second party involved.

Okay. Imagine if there were no anonymous internet handles. If you just had to use your name and stand by what you said. That is more what I am talking about. Regarding the assessment of idiocy, I suppose I would base it on the quality of their posted content.