I was at Friday night drinks yesterday with my ultra-normie ultra-Karen friends. Well maybe I should call them acquaintances because I suspect they secretly resent having to be social with me.

They are actively trying to avoid the increasingly obvious clash between their internal world-view and actual reality. The stress of keeping up their pretence is affecting them and making them itchy.

Of course I keep twisting the knife by asking them "innocent questions" which they can't answer for or against without blowing up their internal safety net.