Nothing saddens me more than looking in my rearview mirror to see an individual (in the vehicle behind me) filled, brimming, with self-loathing.

And I think, perhaps I'm quite wrong. Perhaps this individual is very much not full of self-loathing.

Or perhaps this person is rightfully full of self-loathing, perhaps this person done somethin' jes so awful that they's deserve such self-loathing.

Perhaps they's happy, even.