How old were you when you realized that your original plan of being really nice, working really hard, and taking on way more than you should, hoping that you would automatically be rewarded for it without asking, was completely bullshit?

Eight years old, getting my ass trounced in the playground and the teachers doing nothing to help or actively making fun of me for being weak and not worth their time.

Then I knew I was going to have to fight for everything and against everyone. And that early lesson was essentially correct. And so I did it.

Anger is a gift and spite is the fuel.