Poor people yearn for untold riches. Heck, I was no exception.
Always imagined what I would do with millions, billions, and sometimes zillions of dollars. Admittedly, as the lottery reached an astronomical amount, always tempted to buy a winning ticket. However, knew in advance that I would never win because I don’t ever play. Happily, trudged onward in life with my “two bits” in my pocket.
Since I am not rich, don’t have the American Express card to flaunt. Don’t drive that illustrious BMW. Don’t reside on Society Hill. Don’t don rings and things that bedazzle the eyes. Don’t sip wine and fine dine at exclusive clubs. Don’t hobnob with Mr. This or Mrs. That. And, don’t surf nor tan at the Hamptons, Martha’s Vineyard, or Mar-a-Lago.
However, due to my engaging personality, folks who are “well-endowed” often gift me with aristocratic excursions or have me to take-up residence at their staggering enclaves which exposes me to the lifestyles of the rich, famous, and overly-indulged.
Often return to my world with the same conclusion—-being rich is so overrated!
Yesteryear, would have given my “left arm” and “right leg” to “press the flesh” with those folks but after frolicking and fraternizing with them learned such a valuable lesson—-“I’m fine, y’all!”
Conspicuously present, in their separate and superior haunts, is not only an air of exclusivity, but those folks live a pampered and imperious life style while wearing an attitude of egregious arrogance and uppishness mixed with a flair for tyrannically treating the rest of us like twits.
I would rather be in a cage with monkeys!
Stayed at the residence of a super wealthy couple who lived in a ritzy neighborhood of mansions and estates. The area is so filthy rich one would surmise that these folks had more Benjamins than Fort Knox. But, behind closed doors, my host family lived as if they were members of George Orwell’s “Animal Farm!”
Imagine having a maid whose primary duty is to flush your freaking toilet!
Are you damn serious?
Imagine the kids’ bedrooms, shelves, drawers, and closets rivaling Best Buy, Toys R Us, and J. Crew. Each room is stacked and stocked “to the brim” with an overabundance of toys, electronics, gadgets, clothes, games, and other paraphernalia that is wildly strewn across the room as if a hurricane or tornado resided with them as roommates. None of the children is required to clean their rooms because the “help” is always on standby.
Are you kidding me folks?
Imagine the husband and wife “confiding” privileged information and secrets with the domestic employees as if these minions were Ann Landers or Dr. Phil. Suggestions that they should secure the services of a therapist versus blurring the lines between the employer-employee contractual relationship was strongly rebuffed because of their need to “appear” to the “country-club bunch” as if all is well on the home front.
Sad!
Imagine having teenagers wake up each day void of goals, ambitions, chores, hobbies, priorities, and responsibilities because they know that grandma will soon die leaving them the ancestral loot to plunder. Meanwhile, until she meets her “celestial shores,” each aimlessly meanders throughout life without a freaking care, worry, or accountability in the world!
Pathetic!
Imagine the humdinger caused when I “blessed” my meal prior to being served. Adherence to my “practice” of honoring God while in the midst of the well-heeled probably made “breaking news” on the six o’clock telecast!
Tragic!
Imagine the “scandal” when I suggested that each child should adopt a “community service project” or consider donating their “wealth” of knowledge, skills, abilities, talents, or their plethora of unwanted and never used possessions to charity.
Guess a Chihuahua can’t tell a Great Dane what to do!
At the onset, circulating in the world of the rich and famous is initially intoxicatingly exciting, thrilling, fun, and an education! But sooner or later, as you observe these folks’ day-to-day reality; you will soon discover that they bring an overabundance of unhealthy relational baggage and unresolved issues characteristic with being spoiled, pampered, overly-exposed, and extravagantly indulged.
Because virtually every aspect of their lives has been “expertly handled” for them beginning at the toddler stage, these excessively rich children grow-up to become excessively rich adults who are incapable of coping with a hodgepodge of human behaviors or with negative situational circumstances or disappointing outcomes.
As you know, it is well-documented that my life consisted of multiple struggles and intensities. Although I am so thankful that I did not allow myself to be held “hostage” to my circumstances and situations, I am equally thankful that I did not have my parents’ cushiony accounts to arrogantly bank-roll my self-absorbed wishes or placate to my dictatorial whims! Otherwise, I would not have had the foundational fortitude that helped me to courageously emerge with willpower, clarity, and strength!
While I don’t ever foresee myself inheriting a “boat load” of cash, there is one thing that I do know for sure. That is, I am “rich” with an overabundance of joy, peace, happiness, and contentment, which by the way, so frequently eludes nice-nasty-rich folks!
Comparatively speaking, I’m fine y’all!
