I resemble that remark.

I'm one of those heathens that read through for the first time in publication order. The ancient civilization side trips were a bit disorienting at first but I managed.

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.

My thought process went a little something like:

Holy shit that's a sweet photo, is it shopped? AI?

Omg those dresses are gonna be covered in dog hair.

Why would it be illegal to use a dog as a flower girl?

...OH! 🤦‍♂️

He tried blackjack already. Poor guy couldn't figure out how to keep multiple casinos, an industry known for basically printing money, afloat. Truly baffling considering what a genius businessman he is.

That right there is a union man. He transports strikebreakers to strange new walls.