When most people meet me, I'm sure many deem me "that whacko conspiracy guy".
Then, years of plot after plot go by and I'm remembered as the magic conch shell of prophecy. "You were totally right about X!"
But I, now many years along in my own personal development, make a new prediction and give warning.
Do they listen? Nope. Denial. The cycle starts anew.
Poor bastards.
Ya just can't make 'em drink.