Here there is a man, everything is fine: neat, pure and wise thoughts, the soul is torn from the chest. But this is only an outer shell (candy wrapper), when you start delving into it, you understand that this is not a person, but his likeness. Some kind of imitation at the level of cheap Chinese technology. The mouth opens and from there pours every bele of the bird, with the eternal subtext "I". Dust in your eyes, an attempt to assert yourself, highlight yourself as an independent person, a kind of cry for attention to your person, but alas, these are just plaintive attempts of people who have difficulties in communication. Depression and low self-esteem, dissatisfaction in personal life - that's what drives such people. Bumping their heads together, searching for various arguments in order to assert themselves, but all in vain. This will lead to the fact that the person will remain with himself, alone and no one will be around.