Nine inch, and I cannot stress this enough, nails

I started listening to Nine Inch Nails precisely when I needed to. About a month ago, at the tender age of 27. ‘Pretty Hate Machine’ and to a lesser extent ‘The Downward Spiral’ capture exactly where I’m at in my life. It’s fucking uncanny. It’s like I asked this guy to make a bunch of songs for me, about me, specifically geared towards my current emotional state. For a while I didn’t understand how or why this was the case. How could Trent Reznor possibly experience anything resembling what I’ve been experiencing? He is a strikingly handsome guy, and multi-talented. He wrote some of this stuff after he was famous. His name is “Trent”. I couldn’t grasp how this man wrote a song like “Sin”, let alone “Something I Can Never Have”. Granted, I haven’t seen the girl that he wrote all that shit about. But presumably he could’ve replaced her in a matter of days.

And then it became clear to me. I took a gander at Mr. Reznor’s Wikipedia page. Height: 5’7”. There it is. The average woman perceives men under 6’ as favorably as the average Schutzstaffel officer perceived Jews. I’m 5’11” and only a quarter Jewish, so I’m able to keep my head down and skate by. Mr. Reznor’s suffering is far deeper and more excruciating than I could possibly fathom.