You got some sort of goal in life? 'Cause you do, most people do. Something they'd like to do, or someone they'd love to meet. I wonder, if you actually manage to achieve this thing you aim to, what do you think your feelings afterwards would be? I mean, I would love to meet Trent Reznor, or Charlie Brooker, or Lise Myhre. Yet, I can only imagine that if I did, once the encounter was over I'd just end up going, "Oh, well that was a human, it had arms and legs, and a head and spoke to me a bit." Or if I drove a Ferrari F40 around Laguna Seca, I'm sure that once it was over I'd feel a bit shallower for: 1) Wanting to do this daft thing, even if it wasn't daft. 2) Not being able to do it again. If I actually wanted to. Perhaps the event would feel particularly drab and pointless afterwards, on the basis that in all, this sort of thing will not teach me anything, it will not make me a better person, and other than boasting about it to chums (which is hardly fitting behaviour, or encourageable) it would ultimately be a momentary thing that ends with me going back to my normal, boring life. Which will seem a lot more depressing as a result. Is that just me, or do others also reckon that achieving your goal would have an adverse aftermath, as opposed to a positive uplifting one? Are these sorts of goals damaging?