Or so goes the Chinese proverb. But here in Classic Town USA, those that claim fuzzy Anthro-Nostalgias, international travel and smirks at ‘The Man’ as notches in the Belt of Enlightenment dryly reply, “This breeze is mussin’ up my pre-mussed hair.”
Thus, the claims of worldly sensitivities clash with the inability to anonymize world events. In other words: It's all about you.
Post-university idleness tends to force would-be players to gaze into the proverbial mirror; ego-obligated, they carve out a social identity from the barren cliffs known as “‘Life’ in 2005” [scare quotes intentional].
From there, a years-long phase of sashaying the Whining Waltz, airing a steady steaming stream of sure-to-be-noticed Useless Introspections and Traumotional Affidavits tailored to gallantly shore up one's Emotional Tackle.
Alas, even Self-Referential SulkFests get old and the vicissitudes of Façade Fatigue finally set in, forcing our player to seek out a new front.
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