Why? What problem do you have with this happy man, sitting alone having a Nice beer in the local bar with his pillow waifu his dad bought for his 26th birthday? He doesn't mind, he loves it. People stare at him but that doesn't break him. He is simply enjoying his life, just like any unemployed, glass-eyed, alcoholic Anime-loving NEET would, and he's damn right to be proud of it.
You know, the only reason that you're angry about life is exactly that. You're mad because you don't have your own pillow waifu, and so you need to vent your personal anger on terrible image boards on the net. What you don't realize, though, is that your life already is perfect. Your life has been perfect from the day you were born, back in 1996 in that old shed behind your uncle's house in Massachusetts. You have Twinkies and quarter-pounders, you have Western Animated cartoons and you also have 2D porn to satisfy your weird fetishes that you're afraid of talking about with your family in fear of being rejected forever. Your childhood friend Todd who, inspired by his parents, touched you inappropriately in fourth grade every Wednesday, now lives with you and secretly touches you in your sleep. Your anus isn't sticky from the diarrhea, buddy.
Your life is perfect. And so is Anime.