Self-surrender

There are dozens of signs
that things are going down the bin.
Hundreds. Thousands. Millions of small indications.

There’s little debate about whether it’s going to happen — only when.

I knew it the moment I saw a fully grown man riding an electric scooter.

I’d call myself a fairly open-minded and tolerant person.
I have zero interest in interfering in your life or — God forbid — telling you how to live it.

But riding that deviant, ugly monster?
That’s next-level shit.
A complete surrender of the last tiny bit of self-esteem.