So, in a quest to understand how we got... gestures vaguely at everything ...here, I'm reading Elliot Rodger's manifesto. Y'know, the incel spree killer.

It's fucking wild, yo. Like, hard to get through. Don't read this crap. It's a long, LONG diatribe about his childhood, written in the style of someone who mistakenly considers himself a writer.

But... there are parts where your heart kinda breaks for this kid. It's like he was hyper self-conscious without even a hint of self-awareness.