My biggest motivation in life is to try to outdo the people who were mean to me in high school. It would sound normal, except I am 34, have a family of my own, and haven’t spoken to anyone from high school since I was 18. I moved across the country so I never see them. But those bad memories are still fresh in my mind. I know, it’s sad on my part. I am pathetic for still thinking about these things. I’ve even seen a psychiatrist about it before. He said that since I was so unpopular in high school, I missed an important developmental stage, and I am subconsciously still trying to live it out.