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I spent most of my day in bed. What a waste. I finally filed my taxes for last year. I’m caught up. I had to call the Canada Revenue Agency because of my culsterfuck situation. I needed something from my account on the government website to Netfile my 2021 tax return but I needed to file my 2021 tax return to open a new account to get that information because it was revoked last year. Two hours on the phone later… it’s sorted.

My mood is not much better from this morning. I cannot stop scrolling through the feeds on my socials. I finally peeled away after watching a little debate about toxic masculinity. The liberal, as they say, was dealing with a pathological narcissist. An Andrew Tate wannabe. The narcissist used every tool in his toolbox to try and gaslight the fuck out of the liberal. He even thinks he owned the liberal but he only owned himself. He was attacking the guy’s character and his use of anti-depressants instead of producing an argument. Then he wouldn’t let the liberal talk about any of the studies he brought to their debate. The entire interaction was never going to go any different.

The liberal was referring to studies about abuse and violence in males while the Andrew Tate wannabe was telling him that nobody cares about the study and that he shouldn’t be preaching about happiness while on antidepressants. Guys like himself and Andrew Tate just live happy lives, that was his big point. Meanwhile, anyone can look up footage of Andrew Tate beating prostitutes into submission. This all just adds to the liberal’s point.

He was a greasy, mouth-breathing, manchild in a poorly lit messy room talking about how happy he is because he was so masculine. If there is one thing I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy it is pathological narcissism. His entire existence is 100% dedicated to hiding how much of a disappointment he feels. The liberal held his own but you can’t have any nuance conversations with somebody that doesn’t possess self-awareness. He was behaving exactly like a leftist to which “red-pillers” like himself like to pretend they are better than.

The topic itself I didn’t care for. It was just hard to witness his narcissism and I couldn’t look away. I intend to start making content for the socials in 2023 and I’ve already decided that I will not polarize with anyone about what I have to say. The goal is to just attempt

Anyway, I’m out of bed now and I’m feeling kind of flustered. I’m making some tea and then I’m going to do my schoolwork. Cough or no cough I am going to work tomorrow. I only bothered to call in today because my cough kept me up all night. I did another detox bath which seems to have helped some. Those are starting to become less miserable, almost relaxing dare I say. Anyways, on to polynomials.