It must be awful to sail a boat you're unhappy with.

It's called evolution, my poor little Scotty. You move sideways. I move up to
bigger and nicer boats. I like each one, yet can still be open minded and look
forward to the next.
That's what irks you so. I have a future. And yours is already spent with
meager results.
I'm sorry for you, but I suspect you've done it to yourself.

RB