Lisp is crack. Your eyes are rolling in with pleasure and you're the king of the world, but your expressed sense of delight is not commensurate with people's idea of what should be enjoyable and by how much, even your programmer peers (should programming really be that fun?) And to be honest, you're just getting off writing skeletal Idealized software; your toy apps lack the necessary cruft to face a stupid world, so no one ever sees it. As time passes, you're left huddled over your workstation firing dopamines like any other fiend, and the world moves on in its crisply pressed suits, doing hard work and getting social validation and recognition for it. You, on the other hand, are left flailing your arms, feeling the music, offering the Love and the Message to others as they avoid making eye contact.