Whenever I heard about those people who saw the movie Avatar and then experienced clinical depression because their life wasn't enough like the movie, well I thought they were stupid...Why would people want to live in a blue washed world where everyone is a cat monkey? Even though I sort of understand wanting to be a cat, none of the rest of it made sense. I personally couldn't wait for Avatar to be over the first time I saw it and also every time I saw it. Then the other day I watched Helluva Boss and now I'm devastated that I'm not a gay robot clown dating a buff demon in a hot pink cartoon hellverse...It makes sense to me now, this experience, what I have, is the gay version of Avatar Syndrome. I want to apologize for doubting you all, I just didn't get it yet.