

Haha wasn’t anything personal, or meant to make you feel any sort of way, just an old-school problem with modern tech exacerbation.
My house is 140 years old and modern advice doesn’t apply to most of it unfortunately. Every project ends up being a dozen more projects because nothing from then applies to now.
But I’ve learned. So if I choose to lathe and plaster my next house, well I can fix it, too, damnit.







This is privileged tantrum-having.
My tantrums were never property destructive. I grew up poor and I would have been murdered for that. I rage plenty, but never outwardly toward objects.
My tantrums, instead, were and have continued to be personally destructive. I make people hate me, I ruin all the things that matter.