Full Chud
You're not just cooked, you're doing meal prep in the ruins of your own self-awareness. You have strong opinions about things you only half understand, and unfortunately you deliver them with the confidence of a man holding a podcast mic in a parked truck. Deep down, you probably know some of your takes are bad, but admitting that would require a level of reflection your algorithm has not recommended yet. You're not beyond saving, but someone may need to confiscate your comment section privileges for a while.

