The nonsense. Throw someone else into your existence. First of all, a, you didn't choose it, okay? You were a little kid and you became a famous. B, being in the public eye and just dealing with the things we're talking about, about people writing stories that are fake about you. All that stuff comes at a price. And if you read it, it comes at a heavier price. But even just knowing it exists, it gets in your head. You have to be very strong to be able to ward that off. And the idea that you don't and that it's easy and that a regular life is easier. Horseshit. Regular life is just a regular life. It's not easier or harder, but what you do is fucking hard. It's very hard. You're very famous. Being very famous is weird. And being very famous, your whole life is even weirder. So a normal person develops, right? You go through life and you meet friends and you have to show that you're a good person to get people to like you. You have to show, you know, some sort of. Some excellence at something for people to praise you. You're getting fucking praise from the time you're a baby, basically. It's a weird way to develop.