i have never been out of the red box in over two decades of life, in fact i've started to perceive anything even remotely outside of it about as "real" as the Martian moon of Deimos. that is, i know it is out there, but it is essentially a void where i am not sure what happens. some people say that americans are dumb and ignorant about the world, and i find myself agreeing with that sentiment most of the time. i never had to learn (much less think) about other places growing up, and i still don't in daily adult life. there is also a strange phenomenon... i do not like most people here, they are rude and abrasive. but it is the only place where i feel at home. my mother always talked about how i never cared about current events (and she still says that). i would say i know more than most people here, at least in surface-level general historical knowledge. yet i never learn anything from it, it's all about as real as an intricate fiction novel. i am content with being stupid.
That red box is so mysterious. I don’t actually fully believe in the existence of the American continent. I’ve never been there and I could be an elaborate psyop. Even if there is an America it’s not what they’re telling us.
>>221364274It’s mostly flat swamps, white trash, walmarts, and negros
