be a wizard with a long gray beard and strong opinions about coreutils
choose older aldi as ideal places to take over for a commune. (resilient but simpler construction means less education is needed to do repairs)
i spent two decades resisting the instinctive camaraderie men share. y'know, that veneer of sociability. that limited interface, through which little affection may pass. but then i found myself with trans masc friends lamenting not having had had that male camaraderie. that broship. on those nights, we are Boys, even i, and we do ill advised things like eating dirt, slapping one another, and debating if we are "ass" men or "tits" men. the pretense breaks around there because, lmao, could you imagine having that discussion in sincerity? have a laugh and then a bro kiss. we play Mario Kart long into the night with increasingly homoerotic stakes. like a game of chicken with your best bro.
hope this never happens, but get on a plane, the pilots get sick, and i'm chosen to land it, which i heroically do. i go back among the passengers, like spiderman, and nobody outside that plane knows who landed it.
i'm real glad i don't get gifts like "bbq sauce 200 flavor sampler" or "The Hard Man's Guide To Barbeque Sauce" or "Charcoal Barbeque Cologne". but i gotta say. i'd love a framed painting of a barbeque grill
thinking i know the etymology of most words, and then i hear the word "ambassador" and feel emasculated for the first time. i understand men a little better