Dignity is a "harmony tax" that society levies on mediocrity.

To maintain this illusory label, you must proactively castrate your wildness. You're embarrassed to talk about interests, afraid to refuse extortion, and ashamed to show your fangs.

Essentially, this is you using tangible survival resources to bribe those around you, praying they won't point fingers at you. You think this is good manners, but in fact, it's self-domestication.

In brutal competition, those who are too concerned with their manners usually can't even get a sip of soup.

True dignity is not something you fake; it is something you fight for. Only when you have the power to set the rules will your "undignified" behavior be interpreted by the world as "unrestrained."

Before you even get onshore, you've already contracted aristocratic disease, and this is a terminal illness.