80,000 people walked past my booth, averted eye contact, looked confused then a bit angry, and moved on. 99% of them looked at the display, down at me (the guy on the display) and made the snap judgement that I was a wack job or a con man.
In fact, everything you do remember has some emotional valence to it. The stronger the emotions, the more vivid the memory.
Tonight, I was reintroduced to something that my 13-yo showed me but this time, it stuck: THE MANDELA EFFECT.
Is the best we can really come up with poverty, death and squalor by nature in an under-colonized world versus poverty, death and squalor by artificial scarcity in a urbanized, developed dystopia?
I admire people who can change their minds based on information. This is a most rare attribute for anyone, regardless of background, education, or politics.
Apparently rather than deign to try the plunger, someone thought it would be easier to write and print a sign that read “The toilet is broken. We are having a repairman come and fix it ASAP
