Everything costs more while being worth less. Many stupid tasks (that no human with any dignity ought to be doing) take far longer and are far more frustrating than should be possible. As the poles melt, the dimmest among us scream until their diapers fill. Your data is being harvested and your feelings manipulated to froth you into clicking stuff. The next available customer service representative is a bot trained to profitably malfunction by the collected works of Ayn Rand. The worst salad you’ve ever had now costs $28. Clearly, it is time to treat yourself.
And if we all want to treat ourselves together, we can have a pitchfork sharpening party later. I will bring some cheese. <3
I must have glanced over the title because it wasn't until I reviewed all ten of your entries that I noted the description for each ended with the words "as a treat."
As a treat. For the sake of doing something with an intrinsic reward only.
Many thanks for another thought provoking essay.
Since you’re generously bringing the cheese, and I’ve been raised never to come empty-handed, I’ll bring the wine.