Here's some perspective for you:
You have a bucket of beans that you take to the State Bean Picker's Contest. You are confident that your beans are the best and you will win a ribbon. The judges will be impressed with your budget and plot of land from which you harvest the beans. With a moderate investment you are able to harvest fine tasting beans that grow plentiful. Sometimes the beans grow too quickly and overripe and unfortunately as the contest unfolds there is another contestant that has equally tasty beans but his are much cleaner and more plentiful. He spent twice as much money on his bean planting and has a much more glamorous farm. The judges are wow'd by his clean, tasty beans and love looking at the pictures of his farm. They don't care that you were thrifty with your bean planting.
You lose the contest and go home crying.
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Before the next bean picking season begins another bean picker contacts you with a proposition. He shows you that he has fine quality beans but no chance of winning the ribbon because he doesn't harvest enough to fill the bucket. He will sell you his tasty, clean beans for $14 so you can combine them with your already impressive, somewhat large bean harvest.
You think this is a great idea and immediately celebrate the idea of winning the State Bean Picking Contest. You are so confident that you take it easy growing your beans and during the harvest fill the bucket a little lighter than you did last year.
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After the Bean-picking time both of you head to the State Bean Picking Contest only to find that your combined bean bucket isn't as impressive as you hoped. The judges don't think there are enough beans and some are still overripe.
The reigning State Bean Picking Champion reclaims his trophy and you are pissed. You are so pissed because you were supposed to have the best bucket of beans. You already had great bean picking skills. You mastered the art of getting many beans to grow without spending thousands of dollars on your bean farm and you even spent $14 more this year hiring the other bean picker to help your cause. It wasn't enough but you don't understand why.
You call your partner a bas from screwing you out of the State Bean Picking Trophy. He was supposed to fill your bean bucket to the top. You are so mad that you don't realize you are publicly cursing your bean partner and accusing him of cheating by not bringing the amount of beans you paid him to bring. Fortunately, your mother gets your attention and points out to you that you took it too easy during the planting and harvesting of your own beans. Your beans went bad and you even put less of your own beans in the bucket than last year. It didn't matter if your partner brought more or less beans than you paid him to bring, there weren't enough beans in the main supply to make a successful, overflowing bucket of beans. Your mother tells you to stop complaining about the $14 because it wasn't even your money. It was her money and she can spend it any way she likes.
Your mother tells you that you've been a bad bean picker and you are to go home and go straight to your room until supper. And to wash your mouth with soap so you don't go accusing someone without knowing what you are talking about.
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Hope this story was fun and filled with perspective. Now there are no more reasons for these threads. ...."just saying"
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Wasn't meant to be. 
