Some of the girls at my work are really attractive, at least they seem so when you first meet them. Why is it the longer you work with some people, the less you start to think of them?
I wish things would return to the carefree days of the freelove, goodmusic, partiesandlaughs of the 70s. But the third world screeching degeneracy everywhere is so bad, the best that can be hoped for is some kind of prudish Trumpian Christian Nationalistic state.
People's minds have to be kept on their work. By force even if necessary. I hate admitting that though.
Fucking third world savagery.