What if the Peter Principle applies to the simple fact of one’s having been born at all? What if being given life in and of itself was rising to your level of incompetence?
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
What if the Peter Principle applies to the simple fact of one’s having been born at all? What if being given life in and of itself was rising to your level of incompetence?