when I see people who say that becoming a marxist made them miserable I just cannot relate at all.
(also for what it's worth i don't know if that's something any significant number of people say, since the only place I see people say that is in screenshots that right-wingers post to gloat about, and i've never had any of the marxists i know actually say this to me, so this whole phenomenon could easily just be right-wingers screenshotting their own sock-puppet accounts, but I digress)
I already knew that the way the world works right now is fucked way before I became a marxist. it was obvious to me since i was young that the people working that hardest are often the most impoverished, that the wealthiest people usually do little to no work, that unemployment, poverty, and homelessness were solvable problems that people were deliberately choosing to not solve.
all marxism did was help me understand why things are this way, and how they can-and will- be fixed. before marxism the enormity of the horror surrounding us was too immense to be comprehended, and certainly too immense to be solved. marxism gave me a detached, analytical, scientific way to understand these phenomena, and thus to solve them. it made the incomprehensible comprehensible, the unsolvable solvable. it gave me a sense of clarity, purpose, and hope that I never had before.
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