omg I'm not special!
While having company in misery feels good (so that one can feel normal), having company in considering yourself special, enlightened, liberal, artsy, intellectual, authentic etc. doesn't feel so good (unless you know and hang out with an exclusive group of special people - that might actually have a compounding effect on your self-importance)... In fact, I feel like my life has lost plenty of meaning since I started reading this blog. It's quite funny still - and as always, its value lies in its truth.
An end to "if you're special and you know it clap your hands!"
P.S. I would like to add "self-depreciating self-aware reflection" to stuff white people like.