Things I say are dumb, not thoroughly thought through, and are mean to people who they were not meant for.

Things I do are useless, not innovative and redundant, any attempts to even look like a prodigy in the field only made me realise how foolish I become every time I try.

Things I hear are empty, not helping in the slightest, people think they help by telling me something I already know every time they think it's the right moment.

Things... are so tiny, that they shatter before I even get the chance to acknowledge their existence. Isn't it funny how others see them differently? Have i gone completely blind? Because even those who see nothing, still manage to orientate well in the world around them.

Things that exist, Things that DON'T, none of Things are capable of doing anything, without an outer stimulation. Am I one of the Things? What is a Thing? What am I?

Things are not me, but I am Things. No... I am apkoht. What am I really? How did I end up asking more questions than getting answers? Could it be that I ran out of knowledge? Is this really all I know?...

Things are complete garbage and I hate them.

THINGS DO NOT MATTER TO ME.

THINGS DO NOT MATTER TO ME.

...

but neither do i matter.

neither do i want to hear any objections!

do i happen to be familiar with such problems among my contemporaries?

i regret to inform you that this is not true...