I genuinely think I am god's most perfect creation. Perhaps I even am god. However, I don't understand why I have poor luck with beautiful women and why I have so very few friends. I think I need to choose a group of other people to blame for all my problems. I think that group should clearly be horse jockies. I don't trust them or their so-called "horses". I am pretty certain that every night they shrink down, crawl into my ears, and eat my dreams.
Have you had any similar experiences?
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