rings true

"There was not a trace of irony or introspection on his face, nothing but a complete blank conviction of his own rights; and, at the same time, something like a strange and incessant craving to be and feel insulted."

From Dostoevsky's The Idiot. (The person being described in this passage is not "the idiot" of the title.)

This guy sounds like my family. Any wonder I'm so far away? And god, let it never be me.