I'm too fucking kneetarded with internet to live in a tiny safari village where everyone knows eachother and we're all humble. I'll run out and scream "I am Nietzsche!" or "I am Napoleon!" at people, looking like a peedoh version of Tony Soprano while still being in my 20s and not having read much continental philosophy because I can't stand the boredom. I'd go insane. I need to feel important. Existence is just a wound that we play with and beat off for pleasure.