Indigo souls?

Dr S is not the first one who has told me that I am an Indigo soul. And I must admit it feels great...they make one feel so fancy and grand. What a contrast to my present self image indeed.

But apart from the initial wow effect it raises a number of questions in my mind.
If Indigo Souls really are that special, why on earth do they have to undergo such immense suffering. Not only suffering, despite the belief that they are special and gifted, isn't it extremely Ironic for them to consistently pass through experiences that make them feel inferior as persons.
Even after so much talk about their not being able to compete or accept money, I am far from convinced or satisfied. I mean come on...

How on earth can I live my life in the comfortable belief that I am an Indigo even while I am grossly disliked by people, my career sucks, can't buy things for my family, and so on and so forth. Should I go and tell my lovely unsatisfied complaining fed-up-with-life wife that "Sweetheart we gotta live with poverty because I am an indigo soul and I cannot adjust with other souls and that I am not good in money making ventures." And that she should feel lucky to have me as a husband. Although other husbands who are smarter, better looking, richer, successful, happy, prosperous....they are just ordinary souls, whereas I am an Indigo. So lets celebrate.

No man....that's is funny. There is gotta be a better explanation with God for creating these specific kind of souls/humans that just don't seem to make it despite being so fuc*ing wise and despite all the efforts.

I mean this life is a playground and its all about winning. When we win, life is fun, and we don't and continue not to...its a pain in the a**. And most importantly, when we win, our parents, our spouses, our children they all win.

Being better souls is pretty cool may be in heaven...but in this real practical vivid reality of the world, nothing works as well as a smart, adjusted and successful person who can walk with his head tall and see the world in its eyes. One who can wake up every single day and look forward to the day. One who retires every night with a sense of joy and satisfaction.

In short, my apologies to Dr S but frankly I would have preferred to be an Indigo person instead of an Indigo soul.