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This concern for others will manifest itself in driving habits that don't put others at risk because you cannot get your ass out of bed on time; in not parking your cart across a grocery aisle while you read every label on a shelf like you're performing a structuralist analysis of War and Peace; in at least *looking around* before you drop a door shut behind yourself; in understanding how queues work; in not just pitching your litter on the floor/street assuming someone else will pick it up; in pushing your grocery cart the extra fifteen feet to the corral rather than leaving it across four parking spaces.
In short, the bar for decency is so low that "not being an oblivious jackass" is more or less the marker for the same.
And yet so very, very many will never bother to reach even for that low-hanging rung.
Pfft. You just big mad that Estoc went "brrrrrrrt" all over your UGS.
"B-but I've got--"
Get greatsworded, nub
*laughs in lion's claw*
*chortles in bleed proc with frost buildup*
Nah, man. Gimme dem dual studded caestus (caestuses? Caestii?). 100 consecutive normal punches.
Be good, Walrus. Maximize society, not yourself.