Imagine being a ricecel walking down the sidewalk, thinking about how lonely life is, how throughout your life, your parents wanted you to get a high paying job such as a doctor or a lawyer, only to not have the skills needed to achieve those jobs
All you want is a wife to come back home to, a family to take care of and love, grandkids who in the future will keep your contributions alive....
then you get fucking killed by a drunk foid on a scooter who will probably forget your existence and doesn't give a shit that you died.
(I know technically the ricecel in the article had a family, this is more or less a little hypothetical that I made up)