Yes, this is the degrowther mindset:

People have told me that what I do in the stock market isn’t real, is a statistical fluke, that I am lying, that it could not possibly be true. Meanwhile I take very small risks (for me) and make good money given my actual risk level (almost nil). I’m not getting super rich because I mostly don’t use leverage* and I don’t play with any money I can’t afford to lose.

That “not real” money that was a “statistical fluke” that has gone on for more than 25 years somehow just bought us a goddamn 3/4 of a million dollar house in cash (we paid equal shares). No mortgage, no financing, all greenbacks.

So fuck all y’all. I got the real estate to prove I’m just as awesome as I say I am. Just because you can’t do what I do doesn’t mean I cannot. Dang.

*Leverage is how you make big money, but you occasionally lose everything. And the government won’t bail me out when that happens like it does the banksters, so can’t do that.

These are both definitely something 99%+ of women do not understand about being a man:

And I think those two go together. A woman I was friends with years ago was at first convinced at first I befriended her in some harebrained attempt to get sex. Then, bizarrely, she started getting insecure that I actually did not appear to be after sex from her. That was crazy-making and the friendship did not last.

About the threat thing, more women have been violent toward me by far than I have been violent toward any women*. It’s not even close. So, again, who exactly is the dangerous one?

*Because my “violent toward women” count stands at 0, where it shall remain. At least that I have initiated. That does not include sparring and hand-to-hand combat classes.

Interesting night in the city. FedEx driver falling asleep behind the wheel of a big truck, swerving like a Mardi Gras reveler on Fat Tuesday.

Then I pulled up to get some fuel and the dude next to me was smoking a cigarette while pumping gas. I made sure I knew where the emergency shutoff was and got out of there pronto before anything lit up, blew up, or otherwise conflagrated too close to me.

Scuzzbucket convenience stores are something else.