I want to understand, intrinsically, and be able to manipulate to my liking, all the financial systems of the world.

At worst, I’d quickly become a well-paid accountant. At best, I’d become an extremely talented, untraceable, modern Robin Hood.

Same. It’s the same kind of vibe as “everybody poops.”

She wouldn’t let the fisherman look in her wooden box, so they came up with this while story about her being a foreign princess, married for convenience, and took an illicit lover, so they killed her lover and put his head in the box and set her to sea.

That is an insane amount of bananas details for “she has a box and won’t let us see what’s inside.”

I’m often on here telling stories if how evil my mother was, and now I know I can skip all the tedious rehashing of her many evil acts and just tell people she made tea by putting the tea bag in a mug of water and microwaving the whole thing.