Does it ever happen to you that you complain about something for years and one of your friends year after year tries to tell you that "maybe you should read this one book, it might help"? But because you like so much about this complaining and it's somehow so nice to feel like a victim or misunderstood genious you never actually read that one book your friend keeps talking about.

Until that one day when you finally get that book to your hands, you start to read it and after first 15 pages all you can think is "Why I haven't read this earlier?"