It really is, people. Because enough is never enough. Who really cares if you're “wealthy” or “well-off” or live in some snobby town in a Victorian palace with a gardener and two maids and a couple BMWs or Lamborghinis in your slate driveway? Earned success is impossible; it's a contradiction. How can you call yourself successful if to get there you have to work 14-hour days on 4-hours of sleep, living under the tyranny of the clock? You know great wealth is a curse, so why set such lofty goals? That PhD of yours is even more of a laugh. It really pisses me off when people call themselves doctors after sitting on their asses, staring at a computer monitor, and plagiarizing their way through a thesis. Sure, you're the bigwig at the cocktail party, but the crap you spew out is nothing more than pseudo-intellectual masturbation. Doctors. Gimme a break – I mean, how low can your self esteem be to prefix your name with “Dr.” If you can't pull out a prescription pad and authorize me a bottle of nausea pills, you ain't no doctor. Get a life, pay your bills, and stop fooling yourself. Put this sticker on the polished bumper of your Lexus and face up to the fact that none of it was worth it.