And he says.

The angst didn't dissipate, or so they said.
'He remains bottled, aggravated and broken.'

But he is griefing. For the loss of humanity, humility and love.

He hides behind the shell of a human form and prevents his soul from the contamination of realism. Although realism is the proclaimation for survival, it is de facto the cause of eroding values. He refuses to conform to the system...a system where the rich get richer and 'elitists' are rewarded.  He scorns at those, while perceiving themselves as deserved/brighter/superior entities on the status quotient scale, can only engage their time in self-indulging gratifications, prostituting their lives to the chase of (warped) quality living.

Wat status quotient? Whose justification on the status quotient? Who have the right to quote others' bearing on that quotient?

You are juz fortunate and you still breathe the same air from the next man on the street. Your academic excellence, financial strength and outstanding attributes do not encapsulate you in the class of higher-beings. You juz happen to emerge from a source which happens to provide you more options in Life. It could have been anyone but it happened to/for you, you fucking lucky, pea-brained, dork-faced of a twit. And you still die and disintegrate like all of us someday.

If he ever loses his mind, he is coming for you.
If wishes do come true, he will curse you a slow, long, painful death.
If he has his way, he hopes a macroscopic-sized event occurs to reverse this world back to its humble beginning.

And he would love to see how you fat, pampered, self-absorbed shitholes survive in this new status quotient. Try being high and mightly and see how those you trampled on before return you the favour.

Yea. He is an angry man. SO?
You pray none of his wishes ever come true.