The bloody waters of privilege and other horrors

My readers, aside from cringing from thought I didn’t work well with people such I don’t succeed, I feel those who don’t get to are at loses. That’s just me. I am unknown so how could you know when you don’t? But my readers, what do you call an abject narcissist who won’t accept the loss she raised herself up to for success. How can anyone with a brain want to work with that? I must be sleeping on a luxurious bed in homeless or this is unthinkable. Or maybe it’s just that I don’t have a rich husband. Maybe if I did I could be truly deluded.