content: It's late stage consumerism. This 'man' has been told his whole life that he is what he buys. His self-perceived value comes from his collection of meaningless plastic garbage that he hasn't even taken out of the box. Here's some other things I can tell you about this man: he doesn't really have a personality. He likes Chipotle. He watches anime. He has strong opinions about Star Wars, Marvel, Doctor Who, and DC. He watches every new Disney movie and is legitimately excited about each of them. He's either unapologetically quite fat or a twink, and he hasn't even so much as glanced towards a gym in years. Growing up, he sat at the outcast lunch table. He is completely tolerant of any behavior except that which has a whiff of intolerance. He isn't really happy. But he plays happy. He makes self-deprecating jokes, and suicide jokes, but he actually half-means all of them. He thinks something's wrong with him that this isn't making him happy. He doesn't get it either, he's just following his programming.