Sacred Haven of Debauchery

Lord, I wasted so much time on this nonsense as a child. I should have been reading textbooks.

I never wanted to read textbooks and I didn't. Now I realize that I'm just too stupid, and I regret not reading anything (
and I still don't read, yes).

That's not how it works, buddy. First, reading textbooks doesn't make a fool smarter. It's like the smart guys from 2ch who advise SELF-IMPROVEMENT BOOKS, as if it's as easy as going to the gym – it's the same retardation. And secondly, it's natural that you're whining now: "oh, I should have been doing something useful(((((", because the past is already lived, and the present, when you could reap the rewards, is here. But this is still the same childish maximalism; you wouldn't read a nuclear physics textbook every day so that "now I can live like this, but later, sometime, in ten years, I'll feel smarter))."
In short, it's just a bunch of nonsense, not regret. It only seems incredibly well-balanced from the couch.