Oh yeah, because so many children walk around in ties and sweater vests and either way that's a pretty shitty thing to think – if you just changed everything about who you are, maybe people will like you. If you're just less you, you won't be discarded at every turn. This is your fault, you know, for not being more like Jack.
Reid doesn't need anyone to remind him of that. He knows it in his very marrow that if anyone is to blame for this, it's him, for existing in the first place. Maybe this place is supposed to make you feel better but for him the lack of purpose, lack of work only leaves more room for anxiety, depression, grief. He had one shot at real, lasting love in his own world and she was taken from him.
"Maybe you're right." He chews on this last part. "Maybe life doesn't have meaning. Maybe we're just kidding ourselves all along."