The behavior you're exhibiting is entitled behavior. As if you somehow expected to come out of college with a degree, and immediately be sitting in a corner office, making six figures, while you kick your feet up on your mahogany desk.
Then speaking to how anyone who is successful is primarily lucky, and how it has nothing to do with their own work, performance, etc. That's as offensive and entitled as something can get.
Let me tell you something, I got my first job in the IT world because I interviewed well for that job. I had one year of college, and my only relevant experience was playing video games, and building my own PCs as a kid/teenager. I had ZERO relevant work experience. I busted my ass there for 2 1/2 years, and was the best guy they had in our department. I still got laid off when the economy took a **** in what... 08? 09? I was unemployed for 18 months, and watched countless guys with 20 years of IT experience take $40k per year jobs, MY entry-level jobs, because they needed the work. I went to interview, after interview, after interview, for a year and a half. It got to a point where I was being turned down for jobs BECAUSE I had been unemployed for so long. Finally, I used a connection I had with the company I was with before being laid off, and just randomly gave them a call. Turns out they were hiring, liked my resume, and wanted to fast-track me to a management role in a matter of 3 weeks based upon my experience at the previous company prior to my layoff. I essentially started doing installation work for a company that my previous employer used as contractors for work.
That job... was garbage. The worst job I've ever had. I started out making 15k less than I was making prior to being laid off. While trying to support my family. I traveled to 27 states in a year. I regularly worked 80 hour weeks with my travel time(around 65 hours of actual work). I put in 12-16 hour nights, sometime working 5pm until 9am the next day, 4 nights in a row, Sunday through Thursday, for over a year. I regularly left home, my (ex)wife, and daughters on Sunday morning, and didn't come home until Thursday night, relaxed for a couple days, then did it all over again flying back out somewhere Sunday morning. That got my feet wet back in the workplace. I had to do it for only one year. Then I got my resume back out there. I found a better job. I worked there for 2 1/2 years. Then I found a better job, and worked there for 2 years. I've now been in what is essentially my dream job, for 4 years.
I worked my ass off to get where I'm at. I busted my ass, and made sacrifices for years. It had nothing to do with luck. I'm where I'm at because of me, and no one else.