I CAN MAKE A CAR GO.
Also, life is meaningless and unreal, etc etc.
Maybe it's just because I work for two giant evil corporations. Sure, I didn't like my old job, but at least I had some (read: absolute) degree of control there. I make a wise, considerate ruler, but a disgruntled and rebellious slave.
Some days I wish I could just be a T-Rex. Then I could stomp my troubles away.