I’ve always wondered what it felt to be that one guy: the popular one. The one guy who was always at the center of everything. The one guy who was surrounded by his crew, always laughing and governing as the highest caste the society. I’ve never been anything than more than a a discrete and transparent person ever since I’ve been a child. Now that I’m over 60 years old this year, I’ve come to question this envy I felt as a child and still felt during a large part of my life. But there is a probability that my line of thought adapted to my being a spectator rather than an actor, I might have needed to find excuses for being weak.

People don’t talk to each other, they merely speak at each other. I am not entirely sure if people have ever talked to each others, but I’ve recently noticed how difficult it was to have a meaningful conversation with anybody. Conversations all seem vacuous and express nothing but false pretenses. How can our society move forward at a time when all discussions turn to hysterical clashes where everybody tries to shoot the adversary down with shameless lies and ridiculous entitlements?