Masochism actually makes sense. On two counts.
One, in the immortal words of Meredith Grey, "Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop..." Medicine would have no value, if not for pain and disease.
And on a related count, there is a motivation to work harder, to triumph. To impress and to make that unforgiving point - "I'm better than you think". When in truth, one is only revising one's estimate of oneself, as a function of inputs from irrelevant external agents. So it's really "There is a "me" that you are imagining that I can or cannot be... I don't know if I like that person, but I know I can be it."
It's really a fleeting thought, this input in that 'somebody elses' mind. The input that we seek and incorporate into our being. Something with so little value in the originator, turning into the single most annoying thorn in one's side.
Life never was meant to be fair.
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