I hear this a lot - Chantal is the same way - and it always comes off as a cope to me. If the argument is that Phil has problems, well no shit. That's every lifestyle and profession, no matter how comfortable it might be. The King of England probably has all sorts of things in his life that make him unhappy or he wishes he didn't have to deal with. That doesn't mean most people wouldn't happily trade all of their problems for all of his.
It's frustrating to see Phil get handed everything on a silver platter. "He's unhappy and lives a hermit's life" I hear you say. Okay but he still sits in front of a video game playing it badly and gets paid thousands of dollars a month for this. YMMV, but Phil being miserable isn't much solace IMO. I personally don't let it bother me too much - because there's no excuse for getting mad about Phil - but it's still annoying to see this lazy piece of shit coast though life without suffering any real hardships.
Everything shit in Phil's life is entirely by his own doing, though.
Yes, the prospect of being paid thousands of dollars for being a piece of shit on broadcast media sounds good, but that's just the simplistic description. A while back I compared Phil to being the stereotypical monkey dancing in front of a music box panhandling for coins, and it still rings true.
Every single day, Phil has to haul himself out in front of the camera to do something he absolutely despises - play video games - in front of a crowd of almost exclusively detractors or, more importantly, legitimately stupid people who dump government bux on him. Zero crowd interaction skills and it somehow keeps going below that every time. It's a daily regimen of effective torture to milk money.
And what does Phil do with all this money that people wish they could have? All he does is sit on his ass playing a bejeweled knock off to collect sweaty men jpgs, pressing one or two buttons, or ordering out since I don't know if he even cooks his shitty recipes anymore. Sometimes he might have to drive out into public to get stuff. Or getting blackout drunk on gin.
Phil isn't simply miserable, he's miserable despite literally having so many golden opportunities
out of choice. Sure, he may not have any
real hardships, imaginary or otherwise, but he desperately wants
other people to think he's happy and not the pathetic loser he obviously is. The fancy house, the car, the 'trophy' wife, etc. it's all stuff Phil really doesn't care about (besides the gated community keeping people out, at least). This gout-ridden lardass could easily move into a shitty trailer and maintain the exact same quality of living if he wasn't paranoid about other people, while still having thousands of dollars to burn on WWE Champs. His life could be so much better with a few simple changes to his lifestyle, but his addictions and paranoia, not to mention egotism and just generally being a fucking asshole with entitlement issues, mean he's locked himself in a gilded cage while loudly denying he's anything other than perfectly happy.
Phil is truly his own worst enemy and he has to live with him every waking second.
