he grew up in a rich, abusive family that earned its money in shipping. even through all the abuse he resiliently earned good grades in high school, wrote good college applications and made it to yale. at yale he became a staunch war hawk during the vietnam era. he remained a hawk after graduation, until he was drafted near the end of the war. however he barely saw action as the decision to pull out was made almost immediately upon his arrival in the country. he did pick up an asian fetish, though.
returning to the united states and realising that many people were always dying he decided to apply to medical school. after medical school he became a workaholic, and made very few friends. he also had no romantic life whatsoever. eventually he made a lot of “friends” through asian escort services. but one of them eventually became his wife. they divorced shortly thereafter as she realised he didn’t make enough money from his position at mass general. he was sad and angry afterwards. the woman was found beaten to death later. he was originally a suspect in the crime but eventually was cleared.
he worked hard, and eventually joined the faculty of harvard medical school. by the time he was 50, he made a lot of money–boy was his departed ex-wife missing out– and bought a huge mansion in the suburbs. he had a chauffer who took him to work every morning by 8am, the time he had always started since going to medical school. but moving to the suburbs just detached him more socially. he became resigned to his fate, he hated how he was never truly accepted in life except in his profession, and he eventually died alone and childless.
the end. what a pointless story. although it makes sense with what little i know about my neighbor. the nice thing about knowing so little about someone is that for fun, you can make up all sorts of crap about them. and then you can clear the slate and do it again. maybe that is why some find mysterious, enigmatic people very attractive at first.
i feel like i fall into the same traps over and over again. must learn to just shove it. and get more sleep so i don’t act so dumb.