So wrong and so right

Sometimes I read the comments people leave on youtube. Usually it is not worth it. This time I encountered the following.

Coming home after a day spent being fake in front of people whose attention you want to get, learning stuff just so that you can be appreciated in society which have no meaning for you whatsoever, hurting because you're not as smart/beautiful/talkative/creative as other people around you, putting this tender jazz on and forgetting yourself. Finally you can be a primitive, emotional creature that you really are.

So wrong and so sad.

And this:

In the sixties I used to come home after 2:am after washing dishes in an Italian restaurant, grab a beer sneak outside and take a couple of hits of weed while my family slept and put this music on my old record player and read.

 So right.

The song is Chet Baker, Almost Blue.