Saturday, June the 3rd, 2006

After quite a bit more pondering, I think I’m ready to articulate why this was pissing me off so much.

It’s just that my parents provided me with enough that I can’t play the “Oh, look at me. See how much I’ve accomplished after being so deprived,” card[1]. But they didn’t provide me with enough that I can gloat, playing the “Oh, look at me, born with a silver spoon in my mouth and everything. Begrudge how much I’ve had handed to me,” card either.

I can’t elicit either pity-filled awe or jealousy-filled yearning. I never get to have any fun.

[1] And trust me, I’ve tried. It’s been shot down with extreme prejudice.

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