where its clear that most people dont have to carry shit all the time. if you live in star trek and you are carrying a thing, you are probably busy. but people just walking around? millions of cumulative years of joint wear solved by the abolition of mandatory bags poorly shaped for human bodies and human people as poorly trained to bear them in safe ways. we do not teach people anything about how to operate human bodies and we can count that in hours of pain and lifetimes of early death. of course wesley "sweater" crusher doesnt understand the concept of drugs, he never saw a child athlete lose a sports scholarship from a back injury derived from carrying too many books and getting too little rest. i was horrified as a child when i learned both the injury rates related to heeled shoes and their prevalence in mandatory workplace dress codes. doesnt requiring that people who are on their feet all day to survive take on extra risk to the safety of their feet ultimately devolve into genocide, too? a worker who cannot work dies. sorry, cull, better luck next time around the wheel.
i absolutely fucking wrecked my feet six months ago moving out of the house my partner sold. there wasnt enough time. there wasnt enough money. there wasnt enough meat. i took painkillers at maximum doses for months. i smoked like a chimney because it was the only thing keeping me from dissociating into a fine mist. i needed so many antacids i had to rotate types because i started getting side effects from them- leg pain, unlucky enough, and searing heartburn. i have dipped my feet into the lake twice and the effect on the swelling and pain has been immense. once i can actually stop moving in for more than a minute i can tell having access to the water will do so much good for my body.
it makes me angry. angry as hell. that i didnt have more help with my body before. that other people dont. that a great deal more people will die after living lives of agony without relief. i have grown out of letting this trouble me, because blaming a vagrant for the ills of the world is serious bullshit that i wouldnt do to anyone else, but every kind thing in my life calls for dreams of arson in the name of everyone in the world deprived. i remember the pain of the acid in my belly and i want to open my jaw wide and release the bile that dissolves illusion.
as always, you will not be able to burn down the prisonworld you hate without the sick and the crazy and the users, the lonely and the useless, along with everyone else.