I dunno, I must be doing something wrong. Because life happens to me and I just fucking get on with it! No life coaches, no spiritual guides, podcasts, therapy, inspirational reading, or anything. If I can change it, I will; if I can fix it, I will; if I can avoid it, I will. If I can't do any of those, I put up with it - nothing lasts forever.

That's how we used to do it, back when we were building a more equitable and generous society. Because we were taught that it wasn't always going to be easy and that there was always going to be a difference between what you wanted and what you got, and to be thankful for what you did get because a lot of folk had less or nothing. That you may very well want to do X, but society needs you to do Y, and society is more important than you. Life isn't perfect, nor is it meant to be.

But now we have grown men and women mewling and puking because their lives aren't perfect. But they have money to spend, right? So here come the bunco artists and the snake-oil salesmen who'll gladly relieve you of your excess cash in exchange for the social media or literary equivalent of coloured water and a rabbits' foot.

So one (or two) of them have been caught out and are trying to make it look like it was all part of the plan? What a surprise (says he, not even a bit sarcastically, honest)!