I'll usually let them go, just tactfully reminding them how oblivious they are to the world, without their understanding what I just said. I'll let these sad, shallow people lick the meat off their small, depressing victories. I don't have much respect for most people. They stare at television sets and at pornography and at photographs of times in their lives when they were actually living life. You see, too many people have been reduced to daily routines.
Every day is like that.
These people are dead. They don't even understand that what they are seeking in life is to enjoy it, to lust it, to thrive in its warmth. They believe they're confined to their own little worlds and cannot reach out to experience the joys of life. And they get frustrated because their hopelessness keeps compounding itself over time, the resentment and depression being locked up inside a decaying corpus. Not at all.