A fine whine

Here is some whining for you.
There is life.
We are all experiencing it, for a little while.
I filter it through my experience and offer it to you couched in English words arranged in a certain order so as to convey my meaning,
a meaning which means different things to every observer.
What does this mean?
There are such an incomprehensibly large number of humans in the world now that one individual's experience of life must be less than meaningless, unimportant, and their whining even less so. Which is why I write this for myself to read, as I am my own universe. Sux
Navelgaze Maximus.
And, to boot, the same exact thoughts as every other mildly stupid and numb person over time.
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