I believe you are suffering from Phil Phatigue.
But I can't visit my doctor because he screwed me over last time. He literally said: "Okay Mister Wurstbrot, sir, I'm a real big fan of yours and here is the deal, okay? You should buy these medicines, but they literally get literal produced at the literal other side of the literal country. But you can easily order them through..." and then I needed to stop him because this was the dumbest thing I've ever heard in my life, okay? So he literally want me to drive through the whole country just to buy these medicines against my vague problem. He literally said that, I'm not kidding. How am I able to do that?! I can't drive that long, I need to do my job and my vague illness doesn't allow me that. Uhm. So get this. I went to my boss and said: "Screw you boss, I can't travel through the whole country AND have my job, so I'm leaving now" so I was without a job. Nothing I could do.
So, long story short, I traveled through the whole country with my last money that I needed for my taxes. This whole journey was so looong and tedious, oh ma gawd. You would think they have free coffee for special people like me who sit down their asses for hours without moving. But nope, that stuff was expensive! I could hardly afford it, with my last money that I needed for my medicine. And then the train rumbles for a second and the whole coffee cup splashes over my new shirt. Now I was really screwed over, with coffee! Nothing I could do, what a bunch of idiots.
So I arrived at the destination and the medicine factory was not far away, I could just walk it. Uhm. But then the security-man at the frontgate told me I couldn't buy the medicine here, I should visit a pharmacy. And I was like WHUUAAAT? So let me get this straight. Right before me, no 100 metres in front of me, was the medicine I needed against my serious illness. And they couldn't even get me a small package, ack ack ack. This was so stupid. Right in front of me. Oh man. Right in front of me. I should run their company when they're so stupid. Oh man... right in front of me.
So not only did I not get the medicine. I had no money. I lost my job. Just because this conman of a doctor wouldn't tell me I can't buy them at this place. Guess what: I needed to order them through a pharmacy. I could have easily ordered them this way *clap clap clap* Yeeees. Really nice advice.
His life for the past 4 months has been a constant maelstrom of event after event. I'm sure everyone has slightly different reasons as to exactly what gives them the LULZ, but for this week in particular it had to be (atleast for me) a grown man celebrating his 36th birthday for an entire week and then spitting on the perfect chance for some extra shekels at the very end.
Absolutely. He could have made a big impact on his future. But showered titties and cake were stronger.
What drives me latelly is his way of talking to people. The truth content of most of his statements are very debatable. But as a human being, it's his right to be wrong, I guess. It's also his right to correct people, even when he is wrong. But at fucking least, can it be with less insults? This smug drives so many people away with his 24/7 disrespectful talk.
Let's just say someone asks: "How much taxes do you need to pay?". Which is a good question.
Phil would say: "Okay, some idiots in the chat ask AGAIN how much taxes I have to pay. If you don't know because I think you are just a stupid child, this is non of your business. Gagaga. How many times do I need to repeat that for your thick heads?! Apparently you have no idea how taxes work, they don't just come to you and say you how much you own. You are a moronic idiot if you think that! And also [etc etc etc]."
He could say the very same with: "Oh I don't know yet. I get this asked a lot and I'm sorry I have no answer but I'm on it to solve this question like Professor Layton. But as soon as I know it I let you all know it and we can create a nice payment plan. Sounds good?"
Oh jeez, that was so difficult.