BAR OWNER: “You’re OK at making drinks, but are you good at changing the channel on a TV?”
BARTENDER INTERVIEWEE: “I am the literal worst channel changer of all time.”
BAR OWNER: “You start tomorrow.”
To be brutally honest, you’d have to be an absolute fucking idiot, with the critical thinking skills of a lobotomised goldfish to need any reminder of the glaringly obvious truth: that pumping your body full of powerful drugs which destroy your sexual function, libido, and long-term physical health, while hacking off perfectly healthy body parts in some deranged quest to “transition,” is an absolute catastrophe for your mental health.
And let’s not sugarcoat this insanity: even after all that self-mutilation and chemical castration, you still don’t come anywhere close to resembling the opposite sex.
You just end up looking like a grotesque, surgically butchered parody of a human being trapped in a broken, infertile shell with irreversible damage, skyrocketing regret, and a shredded psyche that was already fragile to begin with.
Wake the fuck up.