Why, oh why...

...am I not a cool person? Why am I not into anime and otaku stuff? Why am I not a trendsetter? Why don't I talk about fashion all the time? Why don't I advertise - something, anything? Why don't I dress nicely for fancy occasions? Why don't I pay 100 dollars a week to a famous hairstylist? Why don't I go clubbing to Bamboo every Saturday night? Why don't I wear Catalin Botezatu's latest gym-line? Why don't I own a fast sports-car? Why don't I have a 500 dollars watch? Why do I own only one suit? Why do I wear glasses? Why do I watch all the movies that DON'T run in theatres and listen to all the music that MTV DOESN'T play? Why don't I watch TV, goddammit? Why don't I use Axe bodyspray? Why don't I play videogames every day? Why do I still go to school? Why don't I have a blonde bimbo girlfriend with big tits and small brains? Why don't I get invited to social events outside my group of friends? Why don't I run an underground online radio station? Why do I actually belong somewhere, next to someone? Why do I actually have my own life instead of exposing myself in a damn aquarium, in the limelight? Why doesn't Romania know about me? Why don't I try to save endangered species? Why don't I do something for the people around me? Why don't I get lips, nose and boob-jobs and then become a senator? Why don't I have cool pictures on my blog? Why don't I even have stupid cathegories on my blog? Why don't I show up in any bloggers' made traffic statistics? Why, oh why?

Daca vi se pare ca am atins mai sus trasaturi ale unor categorii sociale distincte si diametral opuse, you're more perceptive than I expected. Daca nu, God help ne not to become emo or something.

Nasty business.