like, how we attempt to basically ““heal”” ourselves while enduring soul crushing labor and mind-numbing exploitation through all our lives. we don’t know who we are outside of toil and labor. we never met the version of us that was not expected to bear the load of a 40-hour work week and cooking and child rearing and socializing and self actualizing and being on top of their health and exercise and whatever other bullshit that escapes me right now. we never met a version of ourselves that lives under a system where cooking is socialized, where art is free and accessible, where we’re free to pursue whatever intellectual ambitions we might have and not have to risk homelessness to be able to study in a field that we are passionate about. every aspect of the labor that building a life takes is completely individualized. we don’t help each other because we can’t.

idk it kinda sucks