It’s definitely not a personal failing! Like people who comfort-eat, the rush of dopamine (and sometimes, adrenaline), you get when you purchase lootboxes/purchase lotto tickets/gamble medicates your depression in the short term. It makes you feel less bad - so it’s absolutely understandable you would do this. 

Because in the long run it makes depression and other mental illness much worse, though, I’m horrified companies would take advantage of vulnerable people by exploiting psychological mechanisms. 

“might”

The Bass Pro Shop Pyramid? Buckle up. It’s a wild ride.

My family took a cross country roadtrip to good ol’ texas, and we stopped in memphis. we were driving around thinking of things to do… and BINGO. i remembered that there was a giant ass pyramid that was also hillbilly heaven. so, being half west virginian, i suggested we stop. my family eagerly agreed.

the fucker is huge. you can see it from miles away. unless the sky is blue like it was the day i was there- then it’s like an invisible glass fortress that appears out of nowhere when youre close enough. we couldnt find it until we were right in front of it. we stood outside for like ten minutes just trying to absorb the fucking concept of a camouflage-filled fortress made of glass.

then… then we went inside.its fuckin DARK inside. the lights are dimmed and youre met with the smell of lake water and a giant glowing pillar right in front of your face.

this is the inside. that light up column in the center? thats a fucking elevator. why does it need an elevator, you may ask?

BECAUSE TH FUCKER HAS A GODDAMN HOTEL IN IT. all of the rooms look out over the wonderland that is the bass pro shop. theyve all got little screened in porches where you can sit back and watch the camo-clad shoppers buy fishing rods and motor boats. (notice the taxidermy mountain goat)

oh yeah- and there’s a fucking LAKE.