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October 23, 2007

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I've always thought this. I guess Catholic school sunk in.

I live in an area where there are a lot of super-wealthy people here in the summer. Many are miserable. many are warped by the inheritance of generational wealth. And most don't really enjoy or appreciate their wealth because they've always had it and didn't really do anything for it - it becomes commonplace.

I know what being poor is like, so I would like to try being rich.

If that article is supposed to make me feel sympathetic to super rich people, it didn't work.

I know having lots of money is a pain in the ass, but it has to be a far less pain in the ass than trying to make ends meet every month and hoping you can save enough so that you don't have to worry about being 75 and working at McDonalds so you can pay your rent.

Rolf,

I hear ya brotha.

Money may not buy happiness, but it sure helps put your mind at ease

I used to be poor and it sucked. Shitty job, poor working environment, the panic when ever unexpected bills arrived in the mail. Living in constant fear that even a minor car or house repair would be financially catostrophic. And a general lack of respect.

While I would not yet classify my self as rich, I am a now a small business owner and probably on the upper end of upper middle class. And I can tell you the view from up here is much, much better.

I partially agree that money can not "buy" happiness - i.e. through the acquisition of useless stuff, expensive cars, bigger tvs, shinier wristwatchs, etc... But money absolutely brings me the comfort and sense of security I have never felt before. (the intangibles) and that makes me happy. I have freedom to change my residence, my choice of employment, and options on how I wish to spend my time.

It's better to have been poor before becoming rich, in order to appreciate the differences. I have some trust fund buddies, and yes they have little idea how good things are for them..

That "easiness" makes many trust funders complacent and unmotivated. They seek happiness in trivial pursuits such as cars, parties, lavish vacations, gambling, drinking and drugs. But deep down they are sad people, knowingly insecure about their personal lack of accomplishments.

Most people never leave the social class they were born into. Hopefully you'll raise your children to appreciate everything and opportunity they have because of your hard work and diligence

The one benefit of working your way up, is if you lose it all at least you know how to live as a poor person.

Pity the rich kid who loses it all, that sense of entitlement won't get you far working a McDonald's

Yet they have a laser sharp sense of self preservation. Voting in every Neokook they can, getting both massive tax cuts and fat government contracts in the bargain.

Speaking of the egregious Paris Hilton, my wife (who grew up very poor) buys our little daughter all the things she couldnt have when she was a little girl (rooms full of toys, walk-in closets filled with dresses and shoes) is creating , I hate to say a spoiled little shit, who at 5 years old is already jaded, and doesn't appreciate what she has.

I have an 8 figure net worth and I can tell you.. that guy is full of shit.

Those that don't narcoticize themselves often find life completely unbearable because life in the absence of dreams and ambitions is simply a litany of physical aches and pains, the need to eat and take shits, zits that need popping, smelly armpits, arthritis, and miserable, endless dinner parties.

Poor or middle-class people at least cherish the hope that their lives will someday be made better or improved "when they make it big." This hope is an illusion, of course, but it breathes meaning into life. When all your needs are cared for there is no hope because there is nothing to need. At that point, life becomes a living fleshy jail-sentence, a downward march towards physical entropy and a lack of meaning on all levels. To somebody poor this sounds like airy, philosophical complaining but to the idle rich it is a horrible daily reality. It is something that literally cannot be faced. Hence we see the hedonic impulse in full flower: drug use, bizzare sexuality, odd religious preoccupations, evil meddling in politics, sadistic treatment of the help, and even more lurid things that go on behind closed doors.

Really the only answer is to stay high on downers or hard narcotics. That's the only thing that takes away the unbearable pain of a meaningless, purposeless life without hope amidst great material splendor.

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