Me when I consider that the options for social interaction spaces online are further (and rapidly) narrowing to a handful of billionaire-owned, algorithm-fueled advertisement firehoses.

Me when I know the only alternatives (outside of a few bastions) are deeply complicated open-source projects that have conflicting development ideals or very poor UX meaning that convincing the average person to engage with them is too much work.

me when it's becoming more and more overbearing the influence that one's place in space has on personal development, and just how the job market in a historically racist, high-income republican-dominated suburb in a state whose executive summary is "The Mob but clean wink wink" can be further distressed when your entire working history is "small jobs as necessary to survive" and your entire glut of experience is in a segment that's been driven out of your 150-mile radius by opportunist hedgemakers taking the bet on disastrously rich people's ever-miserly disposable income, rather than needs and services, dragging you down, kicking and screaming, into a horrid catch-22 where, in order to get a job, you must leave the state; and in order to leave the state, you must get a job.