From my perspective of 84+ years, and believing as I do that we only have this one life to live, I agonize over any story, real or otherwise, of a live misspent, a life without love, a brain boiling over with the wiring gone haywire, cruelty, wanton or otherwise, misery and poverty, and all the rest. I want to scream at these people that they are SO wasting the resources of their years.
It wears me out. Yes, give me a cozy. Or a beautiful.