I was married for a really.. really long time. 10 of those years I had my next door neibour " Jack " around. He was retired and lived to putter around in his shop ( that he built himself of course ) It was a shrine to the Gods of clean and neat. He had every tool and knew how to do anything. He could figure out in 3 seconds what was wrong with my sprinkler system.. or my car.. or my dish washer. It got pretty bad. I would be working on something and the ex would say " instead of screwing that up, why not just ask Jack what to do "...

Jack never went fishing. That makes me a better man than Jack. Jack did not have an 8 handi cap out at the local muni.. this made me a cooler person than Jack. Jack could not ride a wheelie all the way up the street on a dirt bike.. or drink very much, and this made me a person of great value. The wife never cared about any of my great talents...

Therefore... I hate Jack