"just budget better," still echoing in my head, like it's that simple, like i haven't already cut everything down to the BONE. like they see the spreadsheets, the gaslighting from their world of cushions and safety nets. and the sun is shining but i'm still seeing red. It's the assumption of ease that grates, the unseen inheritance of circumstance they mistake for skill. The idea that scarcity is a character flaw, not a rigged game.