If we play “Does Ralph not realize” we will keep going until the heat death of the universe
I mentioned this in an earlier post, that Ralph is aware of
things but does not care because his West Memphis white trash X nigger brain doesn't comprehend abstract thought. Ralph's feeble mind, largely due to faulty genetics, drug abuse, and a poor upbringing, is incapable of perceiving the slightest possibility of facing negative reprocrussions which may affect him in the future. Doesn't matter if they're near-certain or damn near guaranteed. If he's not dealing with negative consequences (really, this extends beyond negative consequences but w/e) at that very moment, the concept that they might and/or will happen doesn't exist in his head.
TBH, it's legitimately one of my many favorite things about Raloh because never fails to sulk, cope, and seethe whenever he's ultimately forced to confront those self-incflicted negative reprocrussions. Especially when it's over something that he's either been giddily babbling about while everyone somehow, miraculously even, predicts the future almost verbatim (like the Scarlett era),
OR when it's from an impulsively retarded thing he did because he let his womanly BPD emotions overwhelm his self-control.
The former because it's yet another documented example of da gaylogs gayloggin' him via providing helpful advice, and the latter because well duh. Regardless of which, it leads to Ralph reminiscing over the many, many decisions and/or actions that have led to him ruining his life so utterly, completely, and irreparably.