c.r.a.p

yeay! everybody has a job, i also have a job...
yeay! everybody has a wife, i also have a wife...
yeay! everybody has a child, i also have a child...
holy heavens, i am no less than any of you...
i can hold my head high up in the society and walk...
nobody can point a finger at me...
nor can they pass whispers...
i think i have made my life...

what crap!