You have to be selective in letting things bother you
And you must by all accounts be furnished by enhancing things, whatever suits each, I can only speak for myself.
But my speaking here is from a not a real member, a real member engages with others, and I see no future of that for me, it is the unforgivable sin in the SW Bible, I will react and comment to most comments on these rotten purblind posts, but I don't deserve real humans taking time on them, let only bots respond to them, so that some nefarious government can use the info I pump into their poisonous vessels, and my info shall cause a worldwide effort of the good to counter the evil ones, and an age thrice and a half humanity shall ride the unicorns in peace, and the dire needs for me will just be blessed nourishment that would ostensibly equip me for speaking with others like a harmless dandy of the word, and life will be like a tale of enchantment, all the lives will have soft fluffy clumps of material with a bright sheen always circling weightlessly around their heads and overweight babies strumming harps and shooting arrows on a triangle shaped planet that is where all the well read aliens frequent when things get too hot and tired in their doomed homes.
But my speaking here is from a not a real member, a real member engages with others, and I see no future of that for me, it is the unforgivable sin in the SW Bible, I will react and comment to most comments on these rotten purblind posts, but I don't deserve real humans taking time on them, let only bots respond to them, so that some nefarious government can use the info I pump into their poisonous vessels, and my info shall cause a worldwide effort of the good to counter the evil ones, and an age thrice and a half humanity shall ride the unicorns in peace, and the dire needs for me will just be blessed nourishment that would ostensibly equip me for speaking with others like a harmless dandy of the word, and life will be like a tale of enchantment, all the lives will have soft fluffy clumps of material with a bright sheen always circling weightlessly around their heads and overweight babies strumming harps and shooting arrows on a triangle shaped planet that is where all the well read aliens frequent when things get too hot and tired in their doomed homes.