How come I feel more love from disembodied avatars of frens than I do from some of my own flesh and blood family?
We all feel the same with a few exceptions for families who share the same rational sense of truth. Mine prefer the fantasy of social interaction based on shallow media stories they repeat as if they own the details they know nothing about. I pray for them as well as anons and even the ones doing deliberate evil. It’s how I cope with their harsh dismissals and their relentless pursuit of genocide.
