The rich don’t say much about themselves.
So if I meet someone saying he has a trust fund and the topic just came out of the blue, I’ll start doubting. And start thinking, “this guy needs attention”.
I had the most unfortunate of luck meeting one. What aggravates it is I have to work with him. With the very little time I spent with, let’s call him Delusional, I concluded that he must have been fascinated with the rich and thought that he can be fascinating if he becomes one. Operative word: Become. Therefore, Delusional is not.
What boggles me is, why does he feel the need to impress people around him with non-existent wealth?
I was raised frugally by my parents and I will admit I look up to those who have more than what I have. I think they live interesting lives and they talk funny. But the pretentious portrayal of building oneself to be considered a member of the elite — is never really my thing. Why? Simple: (1) I can’t afford it, (2) I don’t intend to have a nose bleed at all times, (3) I try not to look stupid and (4) figuring out what goes inside the head of the rich people is a thesis I’m not willing to take.
So me, the middle class me, continues to wonder why Delusional keeps advertising he has this much when he owes co-workers money.
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