Gaming in a time when us long abused scapegoats have risen with pitchforks in hand. A socialist living in a time of political, racial, and gender McCarthyite witch-hunts that involve no shortage of ideological civil war. An anti-theist in a time of mass-enlightenment via the internet and superstition's initial stages of total structural collapse. In these alone I cannot mark myself a revolutionary but at the same time cannot help but find kinship with those of revolutionary flavor.
I did mine too. :)
There's a difference between how others perceive me and what I am on the inside. Others perceive me as boring, quiet, and low status on everything. My depression makes me keep inside what I want to express and I'm still fighting myself. I'm a deadbeat on the outside because because my brain is fighting itself all the time.