Adulthood doubles the frames: add one with no bench, and one with someone putting a bench in front of the child. The conclusion doesn’t change: it’s the kid’s fault for tripping over the bench. We just collectively ignore that the kid was fine until someone put a bench in the way.

The US loves the cartels. They get us all the drugs we consume and give us a lucrative market to sell our surplus small arms.

Shipping powders back and forth
Singin’ black goes south and white comes north

- John Perry Barlow

Live with underlying existential dread for decades. Watch as “doing what you love” becomes “hating what you used to love because you’re forced to do it so that there’s enough numbers in the computer to prove that you’re worthy of continued existence.” Contemplate the pointlessness of it all on a daily basis. Be reminded that your feelings are invalid because “other people have it worse” every time the topic comes up. Nod listlessly as “successful” people tout their own hard work while ignoring any factor luck and privilege played, then tune out when they shift into the dissonant duet of “I succeeded because I am exceptional” and “anyone can do the same if they just work harder.”

Wake up the next morning and realize there’s roughly 30 more years of this, barring a massive coronary or aneurism or something.