As I watched the man I probably hated the most soil himself, I felt empty. Maybe it was because he and I were no longer in the same circles? I had thought that seeing him fail would bring me happiness.
But it didn't.
When I was human, the mark of success was having a high-paying job, eating in expensive restaurants, driving fancy cars, and getting the prettiest girl. By that standard, I was a failure in every way imaginable.
I was poor, in debt, fat, ugly, and still a virgin at 26. I'd be lying if I said I didn't imagine myself to be the complete opposite. Many were like me. As a result, wish fulfillment stories were all the rage.
Of course, when I tried to think of those who had succeeded in life, my mind drifted to my former best friend. He wasn't overweight, he was extremely rich, he had the lifestyle I wanted, and he had the girl I dreamed of marrying.
