Granted. You are given the determination and drive to become a pasta chef. You quit your day job and enroll in a promising culinary institute to begin your journey. The hours are long and the critics are tough, but your willpower and determination is unrelenting. You become the best pasta chef in town and soon, the entire world. You're famous worldwide. The *****es love you, the money is good, and the pasta is delicious. However, unbeknownst to you, there are aliens covertly observing the planet earth. Seeing how much everyone loves you and your pasta, they decide to investigate and taste it for themselves to see if it's as good as it's made out to be. The aliens are floored with the quality and craftsmanship of your pasta. You truly are a master of your trade. The aliens are so delighted at the pasta you have created that they must have more of it. They kidnap you and bring you to your home planet in order for you to produce pasta non stop for them. You refuse. In retaliation, the aliens invade earth killing everyone you know or care about. You are the last human left alive, the sole survivor of a soon to be forgotten race. Worse, you have no one anymore with whom you wish to share your pasta with.
I wish I had a 2 dollar bill.