Every day I hear about the vibrant experiences everybody else has had. Lifelong friendships, steamy romances, ups and downs like a rollercoaster... meanwhile my life is so shockingly mundane but simultaneously full of disgusting levels of traumatic experiences, if it was a rollercoaster there would be no peaks, only dips and dips and dips and more dips... I think if the consciousness of a normie/chad/foid was transferred into my brain and had to experience my life for a few weeks they wouldn't stop shaking, vomiting and crying, they would be paralyzed in fear and depression and left crippled with PTSD from the experience. We are simply too different, they're all alien organisms to me that I can't even begin to relate to, they're living in fluffy fairy cloud land meanwhile I spent my life being dragged around hell.
