his name is Mark Zuckerbird, ok? he is a neon pink hummingbird, in a blue hoodie, sticking his beak into everyone's PII.
the human mind has certain so-called critical periods; windows in which practical experience is ravenously sampled, and then subsequently burned into psychic PROM.
during such a critical peroid [e.g. elementary school] someone pushed Mark Zuckerbird into a muddy
puddle pool, and everyone laughed. like, everyone.
lying in that pool of mud, everyone laughing -- everyone -- Mark Zuckerbird swore to himself: one day, i will rule every last one of them
this one moment crystallized his brain. he abandoned real relationships and sank deeper and deeper into a network of tactical responses to establish dominance
but, the way the human brain works -- he married his wife because she whips him and spanks him and tells him he's shit... if he's lucky
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