A lovely Appalachian leftist on TikTok said that folks always talk about what radicalized them in terms of theory, struggle, or rage.
But, he says, what about the soft things that radicalized us, too? Grammas that kept us fed, bees, flowers, friends being happy when they could make ends meet?
Not really so odd. Pain and trauma are always remembered more strongly than pleasures and peace. It's the nature of our brain, and one of our (ultimately) fatal flaws.
The realization by how much the people around me do with the resources that we have, while those who have millions times more wealth don't do anything with it.
