The coffee shop became something I wasn't chosen for, but I must do it, because I'm from Nipponia, because I'm not given the same pleasures as you. I must work hard to achieve something you know you will have. Work, money, the essence of life.
Surely wherever you are at, you have it easy. Or you are complaining about the simplest issues just as you did every day, when we talked in the coffee shop.
Why is it hard for me? Why can't I stand out? Have I become boring? And when?