Well, when I was still in high school one of my favorite things to do was to think about how much more intelligent I was than the annoying, idiot jocks who beat me up. I always reminded myself that when I grew up I would be making a lot more money than them because I would be a brilliant doctor like my Gran always told me that I would be.
I held onto this belief all the way until after medical school. After my residential work, I found that I really did not enjoy that type of work and decided to settle on an academic career, which wasn't as well paying certainly. In fact, I was only an assistant professor and well, I didn't last long because my teaching methods were...questionable.
I was still probably far more intelligent than those idiots ever were and that still made me happy. Especially since I had a doctorate. That continues to give me great joy.
...And I also like finding victims to scare and making them scream when I'm down, but that is something to speak of on another day.