Kind of.. i don't envy people living a good life, like i wanted to. in fact i wish they enjoy it and don't take things for granted, end up miserable like many. for a while i could reverse most of the misfortunes brought on me, once a threshold is crossed. you're on your own inside a timeless bubble where everyone goes and we feel stuck.
Still i hate weekends, feel deeply anguished when i see happy couples... kids playing under the joyful smile of their parents. sharing a .. life. not picking "its pieces". overall
Now i understand what the old drunks at the bar meant : "Enjoy life, you have only 1, don't fck it up, enjoy while you're still young"
Thought they were referring to "wish i had a new liver" or something like that. Last years I WAS the "old drunk" wishing people care about the simplest trivial and most undervalued aspects of life. now can't even stand being around happy people;; not because they are happy . More because it "seems my presence bothers them" or for some reason "i should partake in their happiness or at least don't look like a boring unpleasant sad sight" and of course this goes both ways