I used to play video games with a friend of mine, particularly Red Alert (2?). He played every time with some BS rush or mass unit tactic while I would construct an elaborate base and have balanced fighting forces that looked cool. He won just about every match, and would delight in my rage quitting after a hoard of attack dogs or flying saucers would destroy my beautiful base. I remember being so frustrated that ‘he wasn’t playing fair’ or ‘correctly.’ I pursued varied interests in life, have bounced around careers and academia looking for meaning or virtue or something while he graduated with a C average and worked in an ‘easy’ field (according to my misplaced sense of superiority, that is). He climbed the ladder at some consulting firm (again, ladder climbing being something I express disdain for, rightly or wrongly) and is now quite well off, definitely makes more money than I do and has a much larger house and fancy cars, etc. He had and has a knack for winning over aesthetics or side-games, while I seem to only see the latter. Self-imposed morality or ethics especially. I like who I am, and I’m comfortable with my life choices, but there are definitely times I wish I was more like him.