how it bothers me the feeling of being just another in the crowd ... any reaction we sketch is framed by an inconsequential psychoanalyst as behavior common to any other person exposed to the same situation. that bad! we are not more than itinerant copies, with some peculiar wierd details that make us more or less interesting. We live the same stories all the time! what a degrading monotony! is this all what life is about? an endless succession of events that lead to a similar end? Most of us are so damn predictable! that pants!