I was born in the 80s. Mom was a teacher, Dad worked in IT.

Both conversations were not especially made out to be a… ok listen carefully we’re going to talk about this now. They were not made out to be a big deal, just happened naturally.

It was part of everyday life, if the subject arised it was not ignored, we were kept up to date on news and when we hadl questions about any subject, we always had an answer, we were encouraged to think critically about subjects being politics, sex or drugs, didn’t matter.

At the time my country was going through a very serious drug crisis, so it was impossible to ignore.

Fortunately the decriminalisation of all drugs lowered the drug problem significantly, but I was in college at that point.

It seems absolutely exhausting to live inside your head.

If you’re in your teens, I get it, you’re still developing, you’ll get over it… But if you’re an adult… Oh boy… Please talk to a therapist about all this, you need to vent.

This seems like something you all should be discussing in family therapy.

Didn’t the rich dude tried to sue the random dude? Or was that a weird dream I had?