All I really want out of life

I just want everyone to like me and tell me I’m great.

I just want everyone to agree with my opinions and concede that my thinking and logic is impeccable and beyond disagreement or debate.

I just want everyone to acknowledge that I’m 1 of 8 billion humans on the planet and that I was concieved when my father’s sperm connected with my mother’s egg and what a great event that was. And that I represent 1/8,000,000,000th of the human race (and proudly so).

I just want everyone to agree to disagree and let it slide when I’m being an asshole.

I just want to raise my fist in solidarity and proclaim “POWER TO THE PEOPLE!!” because what could possibly go wrong when those fucking people gain power.

I just want to find a place to piss in public when I’m out drinking that hopefully doesn’t cause anybody any grief.

I just want to cry and cry because I’m a deeply wounded individual who has been really hurt and damaged by life, but I don’t want any sympathy or advice or “thoughts and prayers” — I just want to cry and moan and groan a little and sing the blues because you have to blow off steam and you usually feel better after kvetching a bit.

Is that too much to ask??

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