I sense tension in the force on this thread. LOL. I picture hovering hands over warm keyboards. We root for happiness and success but ponder the means and methods that are sometimes at odds with our ethos.
It’s like being sorry a colleague got laid off while secretly hoping you can get his office.
This is fun in a diabolical sense.
You are a 'bad' person. You made me smile. Few do. My tense, diabolical, hovering hands want to type things that I will not allow myself to type.
Suffice it to say that after more than 40 years of driving past 'folks' sitting on their porches, waiting for the mailman, so that they can collect what is 'theirs', my outlook on life is changing.
p.s. Looks like I am the only response to your brilliant post T1.