My dad can beat up your dad!?!

Even as adults we sometimes feel the need, when around others, to let everyone else know how much better our families are than any other. Does it really matter what kind of family you came from? Rich families must be stuck up, poor families must be dumb, and you know the stereotypes. Why? Why, because you can trace your family back a few generations to another part of the world and I can’t, or haven’t tried, do you think you are better than me? Are you? Does anyone these days actually sit down and ask themselves was/is my family happy? Forget about the “stuff”, where you live, your job, the schools you went to and just think about it. Am I happy? Not am I happy with a certain thing, place or person but am I happy to be me? Am I enjoying life? Can you do it, without thinking about some “thing” that makes you happy? Honestly?