... where we really are in an attempt to be back at our peak.

Therefore we can never truely know where we are in life. To be great we must delude ourselves that we aren't good enough, and when we are nothing we pretend we are kings. King of a whorehouse, in my case, in my head it makes me even more superior.

...

...This thinking makes me very lonely. Lonlier by the day actually. Mesurably so.

Maybe... That's the only way we can measure? By social acceptance.

And that thought makes me even lonlier...