There isn’t enough (scarcity) to go around, so I have to submit to their authority, and someday I’ll be powerful enough that they will have to submit to me.
It gets better. You’re not alone. I promise that I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Sometimes life just hurts. It tramples over your sensitive skin with the weight of every elephant known to man. And then all those elephants start to jump up and down. At the same time.