Well, that smacked me round the face.
Goddammit, I suddenly feel a lot worse.
Meh. Comfortable place t'live, enough means to do stuff he/she enjoys, work that apparently isn't that terrible, if they're still sticking around. No noble prize? No great contributions to humanity? Big goddamn deal. Not living up the expectations
others had of th'person? T'hell with 'em. Sounds pretty decent t'me.
Stuff like that just gets on my bloody nerves. Great honkin' mass of humanity does worse off than that and suddenly you're a lesser person because you
could,
maybe have done better? Somethin' about it just gets under my skin. Y'aren't some kinda' waste just because you're not the bleedin' ubermensch. S'almost worse because the bugger in question starts buying into that tripe. Only thing wrong with the critter's that it hasn't figured out that its measure of happiness doesn't have to be set by comparison to someone else.