Oh man, it's been a while since some rando I've never interacted with has tried his hand at amateur psychoanalysis in an attempt to insult me.
My time is my own, unlike yours, so you can be forgiven for being unable to comprehend how I can post whenever the mood strikes without a paycheck signer breathing down my neck.
I'm not a "kid", but based on the low quality of your posts, I know what you (and your brother) are.
Late middle aged losers, embittered from careers that have peaked out at low value jobs where you eke out a living measured by ticks on a time clock.
Do me a favor. When the inevitable moment comes that you feel a sudden sharp pain in your chest, in those last moments, recall my words.
You didn't live a fraction of the life that you could've. Your entire petty existence was squandered making other, better people prosperous.
And that's how it should be. Shit sinks to the bottom of life's septic tank.