Maybe this wasn't always the case, but it seems like Rekieta can't stand being a lawyer because he can't stand confrontation. Or rather, Rekieta can't stand people challenging his reasoning much less deciding against his argument. After all, what is a judge other than a more formal version of his teacher taking his transformers toy away from him.
Now he's in quite a predicament. He can't stand working a more menial type job and he can't stand working as a lawyer. Sure, there's streaming, but he will never reach the peaks he once did during the Depp case. The most promising speck on the horizon is his parents dying and leaving him with some money, but by then he will be quite old. There just isn't anything to look forward to.
It's quite sad. He has no passion, no drive, no real disposable income, no respect, nor any real familial love. Nowadays his greatest "victories" aren't even an accomplishment, they are in preventing yet another humiliation. He probably remembers his most hedonistic days as his "greatest days", instead of events and/or milestones like meeting his wife, getting married, graduating law school, having children and witnessing the miracle of life, and so forth. Indeed, he likely resents the day he met Kayla, he wishes he wasn't married to her (or at least that she was convenient to divorce), he clearly doesn't like working as a lawyer, and he doesn't see the value in his children.
I wonder where it all went wrong with him, which forks in the road he chose to go down? What imagined or perceived slights or insecurities make someone this way? How can forty plus years of care, food, clothing, and education culminate in a day to day life of arguing on twitter and "trial streaming"? At this point, there are no combination of choices that could lead to a happy life for the type of person Rekieta presently is. And still, he refuses to grow up.
