One day, you wake up and see the world for what it truly is.

You wake up earlier than usual, put on some clothes, and head to the nearby convenience store for some snacks. You walk down the road and see an attractive, sexy woman working out in her garden, smiling at you as you chug along.<br><br>All of a sudden, something snaps and you see the world for what it truly is.<br><br>You see yourself, a broken, spineless blob of a man, slogging along, hunched down, like the author of something called "The Furtive Life of Dr. Ostrich" from some 1950s French art house film. Compare this to the woman, who is working out, who is fit and attractive, who is smiling at you like she thinks you're a person. You really are like a turtle; you stick your head and limbs out of your shell, and what do you see? You see the world moving at a pace you can't keep up with. Everything is moving so fast all around you, and you're just hopping along.<br><br>You see what a meaningless, pathetic existence you lead. You see how utterly disposable you are as a person, with your useless job and your pathetic loneliness. You see your position as a drone bee, a slave to society, a mere drone intended to work hard, something that hasn't quite left our society yet.<br><br>So what do you do? You get to the convenience store, and consider how much you spend of your tedious life on meaningless junk. You buy a bag of chips, some chocolate, and a soda. You see how pathetic you are, how your purchase of such junk food is a poor attempt to comfort yourself. You feel like a baby who can't even comfort itself, who always has big mama to give it all the food it wants. You look at yourself and see a child who can't even listen to their body and eat healthily, a child who can't listen to its brain and do something to improve its life.<br><br>So you walk out the chadstore and down the road again, eating your chips and chocolate, guzzling that soda. You see yourself as a pigeon, hopping down the road and eating your bread scraps. You remember how pigeons are seen as mere pests by the rest of society, as they really are nothing more than rats with wings. You see yourself in the same light; as nothing more than a worthless piece of shit to be trodden on. You see how your whole existence is as meaningless and pathetic as that of a pigeon.<br><br>As you near the attractive woman, you see how, when she's really close, even with her make-up, she isn't really all that attractive after all. You see the lines on her skin, all the bumps on her nose. You really look at her and see that you wouldn't even want to be with her after all. But you do see how all the other men want to be with her. You see how all the chads want a good fuck with a hot woman, and how the woman would rather be with any of them than with you. You see all that, and you see how much of a loser you really are.<br><br>You see the world for what it truly is: a pathetic pool of shit in which we are all just pissing, shitting, and hopping around.