I’m very lucky, but I’m very unhappy. Now think about the others.

Being a man is a huge advantage. I feel sorry for girls. If they’re beautiful, it’s one problem; if they’re not beautiful, it’s another. Even if they are beautiful, their beauty lasts until they’re 30, then it’s gone.

Most of the 8 billion people live in poor countries. I’m lucky in that regard too. I’m in America. Is there anything better? I don’t think so.

I’m not married. I don’t have children. These are all great opportunities.

But I’m unhappy. What the hell are married people supposed to do? What about those who have children? That child will get cancer. Or some other disease. Or they’ll fall. Or they’ll get beaten. Or they’ll get kidnapped. Or they’ll get hit by a car. Or a dog will bite them. Oh my. The troubles never end.