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BINGHAMTON REVIEW

From the Editor

Dear Readers,

Aiden, what are you doing?

Crack WHAT THE FU--

Our Mission

We are a collective. Not in the vague “we’re all in this together” way, but in the structurally questioning, deeply material sense that asks who benefits, who doesn’t, and why everything costs so much at the dining hall. We begin from the observation that, as has been famously written, “the history of all hitherto existing society is the history of class struggles.” This is not a vibe—it is a framework. Our mission is not publication, branding, or personal enrichment. It is the ongoing interrogation of systems that feel permanent only because they are familiar. We are interested in the invisible architecture behind everyday life: work, time, labor, and why everything always seems to require a receipt. We also recognize that ideas do not exist in a vacuum. As another widely cited line reminds us, “workers of the world, unite!”—a phrase that continues to appear in historical texts, protest banners, and late-night group chats where someone gets briefly very ambitious. This collective does not promise answers. It organizes questions. It does not claim purity. It studies contradiction. It does not pretend history is finished, resolved, or fully understood. If anything, it insists that nothing is as natural as it seems, and almost everything is more complicated than the brochure suggests. End of statement. Further revisions pending structural analysis.

Views expressed by writers absolutely represent the views of the publication as a whole.

Advice Column

We offered to give you all life advice. Here were your questions:

I forgot how to read over break help!

All you have to do is look up whatever words you don’t understand. I saw Kai Cenat doing that on stream so it’s a foolproof technique.

What is FGM?

Family Guy Moments. Like when peter crashed the petercopter that was funny.

So you just gon break my shi?

Are men considered squirters?

According to nova_online1, yes.

What were you doing during Covid?

Waking up at 3 pm, playing Fort for 10 hours, and shooting blanks to Addison Rae.

How was your spring break? See above.

Exactly why am I paying 50$ for a tank of gas?

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I’m a 4th semester freshman, what should I pick for classes? Your nose.

Fuck Oneonta for jacking Zara Larsson from me

I think you should have went to SUNY Broome instead of Oneonta.

What’s worse: being a cannibal or a pedophile?

Well, nobody’s ambushing cannibals in a parking lot going “Who are you here to eat?”

Why can’t I get the women?

Couldn’t tell you. But, if you want some advice, live by this: “Call my women bankers because I lose interest the moment I withdraw.”

Follow up. What do you look for in a woman?

I like a woman with a strong masculine ass and hips that don’t lie!

If I drink two 5-Hour Energies, do I get energy for ten hours, or do I get double the energy for five hours?

I’m really concerned about the Turkish grad students who smoke in front of the library.

Concerned about what, their health? Don’t you know it’s their body, their choice? Maybe you need to be a little more open-minded and tolerant of other perspectives before you go around smoke-shaming.

Since people are no longer driving what should we do with our parking lots?

One more residence hall bro, all we need is one more building and our overpopulation will be solved forever!

How to dig for oil and make it usable for my car?

Is anyone here selling RAM? I need some for my gaming PC but it’s dummy expensive now.

ITS doesn’t want you to know this, but the RAM in the library computers is free. You can take it home.

Im trying to tan in CIW but the fucking mens ultimate frisbee team keeps hogging the field, what do i do?

Just tan in front of them, not like they’re gonna see many women anyway.

How can I tell if the dining hall food is goyslop or zogslop?

Since day one, their company mission has been to improve the quality of life of their employees and those they serve, and contribute to the economic, social and environmental progress in the communities where they operate. Does that sound like slop to you? :/

If my dad was black and mom Asian can I do pro golf and drive drunk?

Nah you’re just a really good programmer.

What should I wear to the frat formal?

Do you think Heidegger was overstepping when he called Nietzsche the completion of the Western metaphysical project as an inversion of Platonism?

Screw all this modern philosophy. WE are going back to Hermeticism.

Why do we need different flavors of Coke?

Confucius once said, “Real knowledge is to know the extent

of one’s ignorance.” I’ll leave it at that…

Opinions on the pressing issues like the war in Iran and Tiger Woods’ DWI?

Well, yeah, actually, I was reading that the United States government has spent over $33 Billion on the war so far. But when you really dig into the numbers, that’s still cheaper than Tiger Woods’ car insurance premium. So who cares!

Can I capture my STDs as Pokémon and summon them on command?

If by “command,” you mean not using a condom, sure. Get those Pokeballs ready.

How do I move my mind to the matrix and get with an AI baddie?

See, everyone else is complaining about the AI research center when it’s gonna let us do exactly what you described. I don’t get it.

Fuck ass editor in chief keeps moving my question around how to deal with his punk ass?

We’re firing him soon dont worry

How come we keep blowing up the Middle East?

Tradition demands it. It’s part of every decade’s scheduled ‘happenings’

Someone at a frat party told me I have a “recessed lower third.” Is this something I should be worried about? Will it stop me from getting a job up here?

Shit’s fine, just take some fent and you’ll ascend in no time.

Need life advice? Email review@binghamtonsa.org for more wacky, quirky and zany responses.

How the Kosovo-Azerbaijan War Will Affect YOU

Today’s geopolitical discourse seems to be centered on ongoing conflicts in a few big-name countries. If you go to any news site, chances are you’ll find something about Ukraine, Russia, Israel, Palestine, or Iran. While these conflicts certainly are worth talking at length about, they tend to shift the focus away from more serious current events that carry real impacts on our day-to-day lives. One such conflict is the emerging Kosovo-Azerbaijan War, which started with a declaration of war by Azerbaijan’s Prime Minister, Ali Hidayat oghlu Asadov, on March 22, 2026, on X, formerly known as Twitter. It’s important that you are all aware of this conflict, as if it escalates, it will cause major changes to student life here at Binghamton University.

Let’s first get the obvious out of the way: gas prices. With Kosovo and Azerbaijan situated in the Balkans and the Middle East, respectively, they naturally are home to a significant portion of America’s oil supply. A meta-analysis of over 150 gas stations found that roughly 2.63% of our crude oil comes from Kosovo, and an even more alarming 2.95% comes from Azerbaijan (Combs, Dawson, et. al., 2023). As these countries begin to fight, American oil companies will inevitably pull out, leading to a projected increase of roughly $0.75 per gallon of gasoline over the next few months. For any Binghamton student who commutes to campus, this is obviously bad news.

Next, the weather. Anyone here will tell you that the weather has been atrocious here, but the upcoming conflict has the potential to make it even worse. You see, when developed countries go to war, it usually results in a lot of carbon dioxide emissions and accelerates global warming. However, Kosovo and Azerbaijan are much less developed countries, with GDPs of $22.6 million and $34.0 million, respectively (World Economic Quorum, 2025). When war occurs between countries that are this underdeveloped, the opposite happens, and a process known as “reverse climate change” occurs (Jones & Carlson, 2020). As such, temperatures in upstate New York will be projected to reach -50°F by February 2027, should this conflict worsen.

This upcoming Eastern European war can also have devastating impacts on our local environment as well. Tickus kosovoi, or the Kosovan tick, is an invasive species often brought over to the USA by our frequent oil trades. These ticks tend to keep populations of local species in check, such as the deer and salamanders that frequent university territory. In their 2022 Binghamton University Deer and Salamander Population Report, the Binghamton Institution of Wildlife stated, “Infections spread from tickus kosovoi reduce Nature Preserve wildlife populations by an estimated 5.5% – 8.3% annually.” If trade ceases and the ticks no longer make their way to the country, we’ll end up with an explosive overpopulation of deer and salamanders that can’t be curbed by our current methods of using contracep-

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tives for population control. Therefore, we can unfortunately expect more property damage and more road closures within the coming year.

BU’s computing infrastructure will also be affected by this. It’s bad enough with the AI craze raising our RAM prices, but the upcoming Kosovo-Azerbaijan conflict can potentially create a Great Depression of computer chips. According to a 2015 spending report from the Binghamton University Office of Monetary Allocation and Budget Management, much of our computing technology is sourced cheaply from the Azerbaijani Semiconductor Service, headquartered in Baku. This includes our virtual machines, our printing servers, and of course, our beloved AI research efforts. As the war escalates and the computer chip market takes a hit, we may no longer be able to access the blazingly fast VMs, and the AI Research Center’s mission to make Triple T real will tragically come to an end.

Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, a conflict like this carries massive implications for Binghamton’s local cuisine. With trade restrictions on two major Balkan and Middle Eastern countries, a wide range of ingredients will be difficult to source. This means that popular places like Halal Bites, Garbanzo, and even Royal Indian risk going out of business. This can be devastating for domestic and international students alike, seeing a diverse culinary environment in Binghamton.

As you can see, the impending conflict between Kosovo and Azerbaijan has the power to change EVERYTHING. So the time to act is now. With your limited time here on campus, I urge you to drop whatever you’re currently locked in on and spend as much time protesting this war as you can. Join marches, encampments, SA Congress meetings, whatever it takes to get our university and local government to notice us. We won’t stop until Asadov deletes his Tweet.

Let Me Twink About It

By Bren Dover

Let me set the scene. You dated this outrageously skinny frat dude for a few months. Sure enough, you broke up with him due to his severe commitment issues, enlarged ego, and his tendency to vape in your face. The next night, you go out with your friends to feel better, and end up seeing him on the street. Without a second thought, you and your girls begin screaming “EVIL TWINK” at this poor Tau brother. With a confused face, he walks away, and you and your girls laugh it off. The word “twink” seems to be used in this context very often. What is interesting is that the word refers to a type of gay man, yet here it is attributed to a straight man. With the recent popularity of the word, it seems that it’s just kinda thrown around as a way to knock a dude down a notch. While I’m all for deflating the ego of some chud, I would like to air a word of caution to those who say “twink” in this context, and explain the reality of the word with what it does culturally.

In the gay community, there are certain classifications based on body types and demeanor. The problematic nature of that concept aside, here is the holy trinity. First is a bear, who is generally a very large and very hairy gay man. Next would be the jock/hunk label, which alludes to a gay man who is very muscular and masculine. The final, and for this article, the most important, is the twink. A twink is the closest thing to a gay stereotype that can be given as a label. Usually, the twink is a very skinny, hairless, and feminine man. This is the general definition of the word, but there’s a certain connotation that is inherently critical. To refer to someone as a twink is more than saying they fit into the aforementioned definition, but also implying that it is what makes them one of the “annoying” gay people.

“Homophobia and the patriarchy go hand in hand, and thus, when a woman throws out “gay twink lookin ahh,” he is prone to anger.”

Referring to someone, especially a gay man, as a twink has offensive undertones. It broadcasts that the receiver of the word fits into the gay stereotypes, reinforcing them in the process. While the word doesn’t have to be mean, it is generally used in a negative manner, such as the intention of using it against ur bitch-ass ex-boyfriend. By calling him a twink, you attribute his misogyny, bad behavior, and lack of reciprocity to his gayness. I can think of a lot of gals who, post-breakup, assume their ex-boyfriend was just gay because clearly there is no other explanation as to why he didn’t love them.

What I want to express, however, is that this practice is highly problematic for all parties involved. It dissolves the blame that should properly be given to a man when he hurts a woman. Let’s take the frat ex-boyfriend, for example. He was a total douche, never answered to anyone, and played around with your feelings. You can either accept that you had a poor

choice in a man, or inflate your own ego by reasonably deducing that the reason why he sucked is not because of his behavior (that you chose to accept), but because of his lack of attraction to women entirely. What this does is paint him as blameless, because, of course, he will not be a good boyfriend if he would rather be with a man, and all the behavior that is anti-women is simply because he is not attracted to women. In this case, he is able to get away with and continue with his misogyny simply for the sake of your own ego.

Another thing it does is use the gay community as a means of verbal attack. To a man like that, one of the worst things to be called is gay. Homophobia and the patriarchy go hand in hand, and thus, when a woman throws out “gay twink lookin ahh,” he is prone to anger. There is this societal concept that being gay is an affront to masculinity, and the woman accepts this concept when she uses it against the man because she wants to anger him. Obviously, one can assume it comes from a place of hurt, but to use a marginalized group as a weapon only serves to marginalize that group further

On this note, the perception of the gay community can be utilized as a weapon, but in return, the perception of the gay community is warped. If we attribute misogynistic behavior to gay people, then immediately we take gay people as women-haters. While there is still misogyny in the gay community, this is not a helpful way to face it. Additionally, when those in the majority, heterosexual women and men, use gay as an insult, then it reduces gay people to the parameters of the insult. Similar to how the word twink gets shaped. While the definition is not inherently wrong or bad, the connotation after using it as a bullying tactic creates stigma around the word.

I feel like those 2000s ads from Wanda Sykes’ and Hillary Duff’s “Think Before You Speak” campaign. The point here, however, is that even though calling someone a twink, especially an insecure straight man, is objectively hilarious, it has dire consequences for the aforementioned reasons. I hope you, dear reader, have enjoyed this rather woke take from Bren Dover. Rather than call your fuckass ex-boyfriend gay and an evil twink, buy a gun or something.

Editorial – Eternal Leader

By Aiden Miller

Hello everyone, thanks again for reading another issue of the Binghamton Review magazine. I really appreciate all the love and support you’ve shown our club during my twoyear reign as Editor-in-Chief. Now, if you have a keen eye for humor, you’d know that I’m a sucker for a good satire article about the campus, student body, or university in general (see “University Plans to Eliminate M-Lot by Summer 2028”). Well, funny enough, I’m going to use our April Fools’ Issue as an opportunity to make an important announcement regarding our upcoming E-Board elections: I’m returning for a third year as Editor-in-Chief.

After months of deep reflection and discussions with my friends, members of the club, and three domesticated pet wallabies, I have decided that the time to relinquish editorial duties has not come. Just like Biden in 2024, I can still do this! Now, for the sake of transparency to you, the reader, I’ll briefly walk you through my thought process so you can see the situation through my eyes. Entering my final semester here at Binghamton University, I knew my time to say goodbye was coming. My degree in physics was practically complete, I was broke, and the weather was making me feral. I was fully prepared to, as the kids say, “thug it out,” focusing on being a strong finisher and obtaining that piece of paper that practically says, “you can work now.” However, and I know this is cliché, something changed in my heart. I didn’t want to leave anymore. I just couldn’t leave my friends, fellows, and club behind.

“Mr. Kim may have been the best golfer in the world (but not the best driver, as that distinction belongs to Tiger Woods).”

What could it be? Why, after all the hard work and sacrifice (don’t forget the money), did I want to stay at Binghamton? Bingo! It was the Kim Jong-il book I read in February! You may ask yourself, “Aiden, why the hell did you read a book about a brutal dictator, and how did that sway you to stay at Binghamton longer?” which I’ll concede is a fair set of questions. The facts of the matter are this: That’s none of your business, and I saw myself in Kim Jong-il. Three things stuck out to me as parallels between our lives: How we ran our respective regimes, how we wanted to be eternal leaders, and our shared love of golf.

Scooting past our collective regime’s share of atrocities and our respective quests to rule forever, let’s focus on Kim Jong-il’s athletic career. Mr. Kim was an avid golfer. And, if you’re a true Reviewer, you’d know I am as well (see the 20 articles written on the subject, or just catch me slashing balls into the woods at the local golf establishments in the Greater Binghamton area). As many of you have probably heard in passing or on one of those Instagram Shorts, Mr. Kim may have been the best golfer in the world (but not the best driver, as that distinction belongs

to Tiger Woods). In 1994, Kim Jong-il reportedly shot 38 under par on a par-34 golf course. Since I’m a physics major and all, I took it upon myself to work the numbers and discovered that the probability of this happening was 1 in 238 undecillion. That’s the same odds as winning the Powerball lottery jackpot 30 consecutive times! Furthermore, it was his first time EVER playing golf! And for all you doubters out there, 17 of his personal bodyguards witnessed the round, so there’s no doubt it really happened.

The inspiring story of Kim Jong-il and his golfing journey profoundly affected me, flipping my whole world on its head. Thus, in early March, I made the difficult decision to pack it in and fail my final three classes, which would prevent me from earning my degree and prolong my time here at Binghamton University. Although a difficult decision, I know in my heart it was the right one. Now, coupled with the fact that I quit my lucrative job at Windsor Central School District, I can devote all my time and energy to the Binghamton Review for years to come! With this newfound fire and passion, I’m ready to continue carrying the torch as Editor-in-Chief and drive this club forward into the future (not like Tiger Woods). I hope the effort really shows in our work for eternity the remainder of my time here.

Thank you,

His Excellency, President for Life, Field Marshal Al Hadji Doctor Aiden Miller, VC, DSO, MC, CBE, Lord of All the Beasts of the Earth and Fishes of the Seas and Conqueror of the British Empire in Africa in General and Uganda in Particular.

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7. Simultaneously the best and worst part about Greece

What the Hell Am I Doing?

By Broom Bremner

Last December, when I was driving home for winter break, my back right tire decided it was time to end it all. It blew out in the middle of Interstate 390, and I was lucky enough to be near an exit. I rushed off, called the police, and called AAA shortly after. I didn’t make it far; I only made it halfway home with an hour and a half left in my trip. I had another stroke of luck when the AAA service lady told me I had enough free mileage to get towed all the way home.

The tow truck actually arrived quicker than I expected; it arrived within 20 minutes. I was uncomfortable with the thought of sitting with an unfamiliar man for that long. When he stepped out to greet me, though, he seemed cool and harmless enough, so I hopped in.

The first thing I noticed was that he never. Stopped. Talking. Very chatty. We talked about life the whole ride north (or really, he talked about his life). He told me about growing up in foster care, his time in the military, his experience with his kids, how to build a business, and how to work for money. If his life was all about money, then he always had a goal. What you spent that money on was the question.

Spending money wisely was one of the main points of advice he gave me, and he conveyed it through a story. He asked his kids, “Do you remember what you got for Christmas last year?” and they couldn’t respond in full. He then asked, “Do you remember our vacation from 2015?” and their response was an enthusiastic retelling of their favorite memories. “That’s what you should spend your money on,” he continued, “experience pays more than material things.”

Then we arrived at my house, I tipped him big time, and he was on his way. What he said stuck with me, and I thought about it for the rest of the night. Recently, as in for the past year or two, I’ve felt an ample amount of existential dread. I worry that my life now isn’t what it could be. In the meantime, I remembered that my boyfriend was planning on going to Greece over spring break, and I decided that I should come along, despite the large amount of money I would have to spend to go.

“On a different note, Smartcars are more prevalent in Europe, and I think they look fucking stupid, but I digress.”

Flying to Greece had some major firsts for me: It was my first time going on a plane and my first time in a different country (Canada doesn’t count). On top of that, I got over my crippling fear of TSA! More importantly, it was my first time experiencing culture shocks.

We sat down for lunch at a cafe named “Ama Lachei” in central Athens after visiting the National Archaeological Museum. The owner of the place quickly met us at the front and directly told us, “You can only be here for a couple of hours; we

have reservations at 2:30.” It was noon. A couple of hours? How long are people spending time here? We learned quickly about the value of resting time after eating. Service was particularly slow, too; we frequently had to call over servers in order to get a check or more water.

Another quite unique feature of Athens was the stark amount of anarchist graffiti. In fact, the first thing to greet us as we walked out of the metro system was a multitude of fliers written in Greek, accompanied by the respective “A” symbol. One of which translates to “EVERY WORKPLACE IS A BATTLEFIELD.” And, my God, these anarchists were everywhere. Every corner you turn, there is a graffiti symbol. Not even the children were safe; a structure in a playground had the words, “Don’t grow up, it’s a curse” on it, spray-painted black in horrible handwriting. It actually made me laugh. My boyfriend commented, “I think the average anarchist is no more than 16 years old.” I second that. I mean, who writes something like that other than an angsty teenager?

However, the thing that freaked me out the most during the trip was the hospitality. I’m not the most extroverted person, and I prefer being left to myself. Knowing that, you can conclude how I reacted to Greek hyper-hospitality. I had a hotel receptionist consistently asking if I wanted more orange juice or coffee with my continental breakfast. On top of that, she wanted me to eat SO BAD that she kept giving me fruit. It’s difficult to reject those simply trying to be hospitable, so I ended up with more things than I wanted throughout this trip. They were being kind, but it wasn’t for me.

Not knowing the language of the country you’re visiting can be difficult as well. Staying in super touristy places – such as Athens or Nafplio – softens that issue. Most people who live there are used to English-speaking tourists and are easy to converse with. However, as we traveled into the more rural regions of Greece, we encountered significantly fewer English speakers. Eventually, you figure out a way to communicate without words. In reality, using hand gestures and vocal tones is a surprisingly effective way of communicating. In Areopoli, I wanted to order a beef gyro, but I was clueless about its size. The owner and I then proceeded to make circles with our hands while pointing at food items on the menu, using increasing and de-

creasing tones to indicate size. This lasted only 30 seconds. One thing I was nervous about was being an American in a foreign country. My mind was clouded with reminders of the US government and how our country isn’t particularly popular among the rest of the world. So, I kept a “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy. When we were in Areopoli, the hotel service delivered the breakfast to our room, and it was provided by a sweet, older Greek lady. When she greeted us, she immediately asked us where we were from. I hesitantly answered, “...the United States.” She goes (with a curious smile), “Trump?” and all I could muster up in response was a disgusted facial expression with a “eugh” sound. She mimicked me, laughed, and left our room. It was weird, but it made me laugh. I still don’t know what she meant by it. In reality, we didn’t meet anyone who was disgusted by us because we were American. Or, at least they didn’t voice it.

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have a new gratitude towards burgers, and yes, I’m

being serious. I looked like a crack addict, muttering nonsensical yearnings for beef and grease.”

Despite the many cultural differences, I noticed quite a few constants. Screaming and whiny children are everywhere, tickets cost a fortune, tailgaters (which we’ve termed “butt sniffers”), pay phones with the actual phone ripped out of them, and consistent construction zones. Hell, even the pissy anarchists are the same. These things make you feel a connection through humanity. It made me reflect on how people, no matter where they are in the world, are the same. We all love to eat, we’re all stupid, we’re all impatient, and there’s something beautiful in that.

Staying ten days in a different country isn’t long enough to forget my American habits, but it is enough time to get used to living in Greece. When I went to the bathroom in Heathrow, my autopilot made me look for a trash bin to throw my toilet paper in, before I quickly remembered that I actually don’t have to do that anymore. As of writing this, I’ve been taking off the cap of my plastic water bottle over and over again because it feels weird.

I think traveling helped reinforce an appreciation for my culture back at home. I have a new gratitude towards burgers, and yes, I’m being serious. I looked like a crack addict, muttering nonsensical yearnings for beef and grease. I remember not to take things for granted. You know, I like eating while walking. I like being in and out of restaurants. I like having a larger car. On a different note, Smartcars are more prevalent in Europe, and I think they look fucking stupid, but I digress.

So, now that I look back on my incredibly eventful holiday, I think about how it’ll serve me in the future. How does this contribute to my life? Does this help me at all? I’ve come to the conclusion that traveling is something to do now, not something I should wait until later in life to experience.

I’m unsatisfied with how our culture views the structure of our lives. Early life is school, the middle of your life is work, getting married, and having kids, and then past retirement is when you travel, relax, and spend the money you no longer need. The catch is that you’re never guaranteed time to travel in the future. Additionally, you’re not guaranteed the energy to travel at all.

As we were climbing up towards archeological sites (emphasis on “up”; the Greeks loved their acropolises), I thought about how exhausting it was. Step after step under an intense Greek sun; I was 20 years old, and I could barely do it! And you know what I realized? How could I do this when I was older? Furthermore, navigating rocky areas and weed-crowded paths required the physical agility of a young adult. I know that if I had slightly worse knees and a worse back, I couldn’t access the same areas as I can now.

You know what else? I learned a multitude of valuable lessons:

Number one: DO NOT drink tap water under any circumstances. That includes ice.

Number two: don’t bring a suitcase; just bring two backpacks. Lugging that thing around a cobblestone city sucks ass. Number three: pack as light as you can, per the previous reason.

Number four: a vacation that lasts 10 days is just way too long; five or six days is the sweet spot. I lost my mind by day 8. After returning to the US, my exhausted mind pondered about the amount of money we spent. Although that amount is astronomical, I kept in mind the advice that the tow truck driver gave me long ago. When you travel, you meet a whole new group of interesting people, experience different cultures, see their history, and learn valuable lessons the hard way. Every vacation is dense with memories. Learn your lessons now. Meet new people, see new things, and have fun when you have the opportunity to.

I think the pathway to a fulfilling life is having those memories. The biggest questions that stem from existential dread sound like “What the hell am I doing?”, “Am I doing the right thing?”, and “Am I happy?” Personally, I follow one principle that guides my life: When I am on my deathbed, will I look back at what I’m doing now and be glad that I did it? And I know that then, I would have wanted to see the world, talk to the greatest variety of people, and learn as much as I could have. Experience is superior to material, and I would rather spend my money like that.