For a few people, this kind of thinking helps. It does for me, actually. When I feel like my life sucks it can help to compare myself to an imaginary Anglo-Saxon peasant woman during the invasion of the Sons of Lodbrok, and it actually helps to realize just how much better I have it than her.
But that doesn’t work for everyone, and even those it works for kinda need to do the comparison themselves, not have it pushed on them.
I compare myself to a farmer peasant, and think about how I have more cool tech I can’t afford but in exchange peeling skin and bloody poop and honestly probably no area of better health.
For a few people, this kind of thinking helps. It does for me, actually. When I feel like my life sucks it can help to compare myself to an imaginary Anglo-Saxon peasant woman during the invasion of the Sons of Lodbrok, and it actually helps to realize just how much better I have it than her.
But that doesn’t work for everyone, and even those it works for kinda need to do the comparison themselves, not have it pushed on them.
I compare myself to a farmer peasant, and think about how I have more cool tech I can’t afford but in exchange peeling skin and bloody poop and honestly probably no area of better health.
Anglo-Saxon peasant woman during the invasion of the Sons of Lodbrok here. My life is actually kind of awesome