CW: Story about eating meat
When I was 13 this is what I wanted to do for my birthday dinner with my family. Eventually the restaurant told me I couldn't have more shrimp but they brought me the little birthday dessert instead. This did not satisfy me, I did not eat it, I yelled for more shrimp. The manager came out with one final plate of shrimp and the bill. By the end my count of shrimp scampi was well over 2 dozen.
I was unhappy but begrudgingly accepted it. This was my first radicalization moment. Capitalism lied to me, the shrimp was not unlimited
objects to the concept of a communist lobster