Easily the least compassionate people I’ve ever met are those who’ve broken out of bad circumstances by individual effort. The depth of their contempt and hatred towards those still stuck in prisons they’ve broken out of is astounding. Exit guilt or something.
The third world is basically a place where the middle class bubble is much weaker and you can’t avoid being a continuous spectator even if you aren’t part of the theater of squalor and degeneracy yourself. It’s not hidden out of view on the other side of the tracks like here.
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yeah weirdly, I feel fairly comfortable in the more developed parts of the third world, one example of how, in US cities, when I walk around, I still have this weird feeling I might be jumped at any moment, it's an echo from my past but it's still wired in there
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when I walked around Manilla or Sao Paulo, it felt weirdly normal, felt a bit like home and it's a strange think to say and think. Just one reflection where I've noticed other friends of mine call out my weirdness just walking around.
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