I can’t have a balanced life because people don’t like me. I wouldn’t be able to retire. The people I’ve gathered for my company are all I have, and I know they’ll vanish as soon as we have an exit – perfectly normal, but with a bit of luck, they could stay friends.

I live in France where not being a hard-left Democrat is frowned upon. I’ve actually moved to a richer city because the larger city was becoming a hell for me. I’ve tried until 36 years old to be mild about my social opinions, so really those people tend to hate before we commit the sin.

I’m racist now, the kind of ones who don’t like anti-jihad barriers for Christmas markets. I get that people hate me now, they really want their peers to be killed and I’m a mole on their plans.

I admit I live better as a racist with few friends than when I was in a big city trying to expand my social network and always be criticized because white-males-40-CEO-millionaires are too many.

I’m alone. I’m normal when you meet me, but I really wouldn’t know what to do apart from working too much.