Felt like writing this answer this weekend, but I never came around to it. Since I am not feeling too well this will be incoherent rambling at best, but I feel that is ok since it will be buried among the posts here.
So, firstly, some background on the last years has been like for me.
A couple of years ago, my wife miscarried on the last day of our vacation. This hit her pretty badly, and her previous depression set on lightly, but she managed to get out of it. She got pregnant again at a later stage, and miscarried the day before Christmas. Seriously. We managed to work through it all and tried again later, and this time it worked. One night during pregnancy my wife woke up from hearing me cry, and I explained to her that I had just found out that my teenager (living with us) from a previous relationship was a transgender person. Don't get me wrong, while I was shocked in no way did I feel anything but love and understanding for my child. I was, however, crushed since my child did NOT feel well at all.
Some years have now passed, and I have a teenager that I am trying to support through all this, a teenager who has unfortunately crashed school (not that important), and has slid into severe depression, self injury, serious suicidal behavior and anorexia. My baby is now two year old, and my wife has managed to stay away from depression which she almost slid into again due to many factors in our life. Also, my work is at risk due to the IT market instability, and the fact that I have been away for months caring for my teenager that has been hospitalized (and I have stayed there with my child most of the time) for suicide prevention.
Luckily, I had a pretty ok summer (even though we had daily hospital visits was "somewhat" stressful) which made me ready for the GIFT of the summer:
Lyme Disease - that has apparently hit my nervous system, and now my brain and body are acting up. So, my work is at risk, and there comes the risk of losing my home etc. Still, I love my children, I love my wife, and life continues for now.
Now, what the hell does any of this have to do with Notch, you ask. Well, even though my energy levels are completely drained, and I mean I am fucking DONE, I have nothing but understanding of how shitty Notch must feel. I don't know the guy, hell I never even played Minecraft that much, but what I DO understand is that he is another person that feels pretty fucking alone in the world. People that once liked him dislikes him for not Giving Enough, and new people approach him to Get Stuff. In the end, it must be pretty fucking weird for him to have relationships at all, even with old friends and some family.
All in all, even though my life is shit, I have so much to be thankful for - some of these things that Notch can't have at the moment. For that I feel sorry for him, in the end he is just a human being that wants to connect with others. Money can't buy that. He needs some fika.