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USA. I went to a Texas BBQ restaurant.
The man at the counter asked: brisket or ribs?
I stood very still.
In my country, this question has another name.
It is called choosing a clan.
Brisket: slow. Patient. It has waited 14 hours for this moment.
Fourteen hours of smoke and silence.
This is the way of discipline. This is the way of my teachers.
Ribs: bold. Immediate. They arrive already holding their weapon.
They do not wait. They do not explain themselves.
This is the way of instinct. This is the way of warriors who do not return.
I asked the man which was better.
He said: "Depends on the person."
I stared at him for a long time.
This was not an answer.
This was a test.
Perhaps the most important test of my life.
I chose brisket. I sat down. I prepared myself.
The ribs arrived at the next table.
They smelled of smoke and oak and something I cannot name in any language.
The man eating them did not look at his food.
He looked at nothing.
He had already transcended.
I went back to the counter.
"I made an error," I said. "Ribs."
I sat down again.
The brisket at the next table glistened quietly.
Fourteen hours of patience. Fourteen hours of waiting.
Looking at me.
Not with anger. With something worse.
With understanding.
I went back.
"Brisket," I said. "I have returned."
The man at the counter said nothing.
He had seen this before.
Brisket. Ribs. Brisket. Ribs.
On my fourth approach, he placed both on the counter without speaking.
I understood then: there is no choosing.
There is only the truth of what you already are.
And what I am, apparently, is someone who cannot leave a BBQ restaurant.
I ate. I could not finish.
I sat with the remains for a very long time.
The other customers left. New customers arrived. I was still there.
The man came to my table at closing time.
"You doing okay?"
I told him I was conducting a funeral.
He nodded like this was a reasonable thing to say.
A ninja does not choose between brisket and ribs.
A ninja orders both and sits with the consequences until the restaurant closes.
Is this normal in Texas?
And which one was right?
I need to know. I am going back tomorrow.
Euros visiting for the World Cup seem to be genuinely blown away at how awesome America is and how it doesn't match up with the image portrayed in their local media. This is a cultural shift on par with how Grok auto-translate got the Japanese reading American poasts.
“American stadiums are horrible, they shouldn’t host”
“Ok the stadiums are nice but they won’t fill”
“The stadiums filled but the games will suck”
“The games are exciting but American cities are terrible”
“American cities are only fun because they’re rich”
It’s becoming clear to me that my multiple sclerosis may have started in my twenties, when I was vegan. In the weeks before I decided to stop following a vegan diet in 2018, I experienced severe nerve pain, bladder and digestive issues, and other symptoms.
As a vegan, my vitamin D levels were extremely low, even with supplementation. (Low vitamin D levels correlate with autoimmune diseases) After switching to a keto/carnivore way of eating, my vitamin D levels rebounded within three months, and I felt significantly better.
I strongly believe that my diet and lifestyle choices since then have played a major role in why I remained relapse-free for so long.
As my health standards are fairly high and knowing that it is difficult to be truly healthy in modern society, I must admit that I carry a slight grudge toward people who, throughout that time, told me I should just be “normal” and eat whatever I want. Those attitudes often felt dismissive of the effort and dedication I was putting into my health. But as a woman I tend to be agreeable and have gotten persuaded at times
At this point, I view this diagnosis as a blessing in disguise. It expanded my understanding of what true health means, encouraged me to build a stronger foundation for my well-being, and helped me realize that it’s completely okay to do the things I genuinely love doing. This truly took some time to relearn again.
Tim Dillon had a brutally funny take on Gen Z’s approach to work.
He says a lot of them have figured out the whole system feels like a scam, so they’re treating it like one. Fake mental health days, quiet quitting, weaponizing HR language, doing the bare minimum while demanding maximum accommodation.
And Tim’s reaction? “I’m for it.” They’re just using the playbook society handed them.
This is what happens when trust in institutions and old-school work ethic collapses. People stop playing the game seriously and start playing the system instead.
Do you think Gen Z is smart for gaming a broken system, or is this approach ultimately making things worse?
Sometimes, it’s not your weapon that wins the fight…
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Reminds me of a reddit story where a witch is out and about shopping when she senses a presence so powerful she hides in fear, and when she musters the courage to investigate, she is dumbfounded to find the source of this presence is a young priest, who smiles and nods at her.