You're right. When I go to Vegas, I walk by the High Roller table, frown, and mutter, "I could play $1,000 a hand blackjack, too." (But I don't.) When I go to the Louvre, I scowl and say, "Mona Lisa? I saw Moana Lisa in a porn who was much better looking."

Keep being Mr. Negative. I'm happy to continue wasting my time and money with my newfound friends. They comfort me in my hour/day/week/month/year/decade/lifetime of need.