I feel bad for you. Trapped in a kind of Jekyll and Hyde relationship with yourself in which half of you wants to vaguely advocate for progressive ideals, but he can never know peace because the other half of you can simply never stop being a sneering, self-entitled aristocrat whose satisfaction comes from looking down his nose at people
I feel bad for you. Trapped in a kind of Jekyll and Hyde relationship with yourself in which half of you wants to vaguely advocate for progressive ideals, but he can never know peace because the other half of you can simply never stop being a sneering, self-entitled aristocrat whose satisfaction comes from looking down his nose at people