Each of us has a happy place. My happy place is UFOs, ETs, fairies, ghosts, orbs, flower essences... you get the idea—all things metaphysical and paranormal. Some people's happy place is making money—alchemy—and that's wonderful. Who doesn't love making money? It keeps you happy and feeling abundant and that's a great feeling.
Some people's happy place is watching others and living vicariously through them. It's unhealthy when parents do this to their kids and grandkids. It makes me angry to see the comparisons between the Golden child and the sensitive ones who don't measure up to the harsh expectations of the overbearing parent.
It seems like this is what happened to Donald Trump. His older brother, Fred, was sensitive and not "fit" for his given role as ego surrogate for his father, so the highly disappointed father chose Donald to be the golden child.
As you know, the golden child can do no wrong. I don't really want to go on about this. I'm bored now.
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