to be content with unsuccess. to be happy living off of someone else's masterpieces and achievements, while living with your own numerous failures. to realize that you really are worthless and will never produce anything of much value at all. i realized this some time ago, that i would live exclusively off of the work of others for most of my existence. this weekend is the american version of thanksgiving. other nations have their own version of this holiday at different times during the year. it's not exclusive, not that it really should be, either. i can't even remember really why americans celebrate the holiday, other than to eat well. the historical reasons given to me for the holiday seem laughably untrue, as i don't believe we ever had 'friendly relations' with the native brethren of the continent. i'm not looking forward to winter break this year.