An observation for the future - you have a near terminal habit of locking on to a justification crisis from your own stunted emotional growth
Another problem is you don’t have it in you to be a cunt and you don’t have the chops to debate., so you go into what I can only describe as a performance, a sort of dance, the Dance of Tea. You can’t disengage from it when you’re doing it. You know it, the board knows it
If you were a cunt, an actual parasitical pestilence and sadist, the idea of some big “fuck off” showdown would seem equally absurd and repugnant. Nevertheless, someone has to help you to help yourself work on what lies beneath the edifice. You’re not getting any younger. If you can’t handle salty humour either, well, didn’t take much to bring your rage out did it
Ingrate, there’s an actual discussion to be had in among your bovine mooing