Comment by piloto_ciego

My view of the world makes you sad? What precisely is "my view of the world?" How precisely do I see the world, go on, tell me. I'm waiting for your enlightened take on my psyche.

You have no idea about me, no idea of my life, no idea of my interests. I'd bet money I read more than you, I don't talk to god (don't really believe in him) but I'd bet I've gone on more pilgrimages than you, and I have seen a play within the last couple months, but "I can't be satisfied?"

Screw your pretentious, self-important, cloying, bullshit-soaked idea that you're special. You're not special. Your skills aren't special - neither are mine. Grow up and stop clinging to a nostalgia that wasn't so great anyway.