[PattdownManiac]

I don't expect you to understand this. I could never be just one of the guys. When at a football game, I would stare into the sky at the stars and ponder. How did all of this come to be? Why am I here? Why do people care about football. No one else thought like that. All alone, with my thoughts, surrounded by people.

On BBV4Life I make important posts about the futility of existence, the futility of trying grasping towards nothing when we will all die alone and not exist forever. But you guys just don't grasp it.

I look into Allison Stokke's eyes and I see so much life and potential. I know that one day she will only talk about how she used to pole vault and it makes me so sad.

What is going to happen to all of the clothes you own after you die?

BBV4Life, I am just too deep for you to understand.