Don't get me started on overachievers.
Especially the nice ones. Oh you ran 20kms in an hour, spent an hour serving soup to the homeless, completed your PhD in Aeronautical Engineering, got accepted to be an ambassador to the United Nations, and became fluent in a fourth language? All before lunch on a Sunday? In that time I barely managed to drag my man-child ass out of bed and into the shower, only to get back into bed to watch some mindless series and hate myself for the copious amounts of alcohol I attempted to poison my body with the night before. And then you have the nerve, nay the audacity, to actually be a really nice, decent human being who only mentioned how much of a grip you have on life because someone directly asked you?
You make me sick. Well, it's either you or that 7th shot of tequila I had last night...