It is pure tragicomedy that a person who has not done the work on themselves - who is full of self-doubt and self-loathing and does not know who they are - comes here to presume to tell those of us who have done the work and who do know who we are, that we don’t know who we are.

In ten years time, when this person grows up and gets tired of running from themselves, when they finally face themselves honestly, they will come to realize that others spotted them a decade ago. That all that time they were fooling nobody, not even themselves.

That all that time, they could have had self-respect, friends and maybe even a love life, but instead they chose to be unpleasant, mean spirited, cowardly and dishonest, rather than look inward.

I tire of even insulting such a wretched individual, such an intellectual and emotional lightweight that I could eat for breakfast.

The singular reason that I take pity on this pathetic and confidently wrong individual is because I was once a bit like them (albeit not as much of an asshole).

Regret is forever.