Last Friday, I had lunch at a restaurant in Legacy Village, a fairly upscale themed shopping area east of Cleveland. Most of the stores there are places I'd never shop, because I don't see any value in the high-priced stuff they sell. Well, except for the Apple Store, of course, where I've spent a couple grand! I just think it's a neat place because it feels like a theme park, and, well, you know how I am about theme parks.
Anyway, as we were sitting there eating lunch, watching the beautiful and well-to-do doing well, I couldn't help but notice the way many of them act. They roll in, climbing out of their giant SUV's, treat the valets like shit, treat the restaurant staff like shit, and can't even hold a damn door open for people. They're just totally pretentious assholes. What gives?
Then it occurred to me... a lot of these people don't actually make any more money than I do. (And that's actually a scary realization for me because I don't feel like I make enough to do what I really want.) But I'm different, because I choose to drive a Toyota Corolla, shop at Old Navy, hold the door for people, and generally try to just blend in unless it serves me otherwise. So why is that?
I think a part of it might be that I'll never forget having food stamps when I was a kid. Part of it is that what I have isn't quite enough to reach the goals I'd like to reach, financially, professionally, or otherwise. In fact, there's my well-known realization that money doesn't buy happiness either, so working my ass off for something I don't care about will never happen. I guess none of the shit is important to me, and I certainly don't gain anything by flashing my shit to other people.
But I'm always reminded of my choices in certain scenarios. For example, I like staying in nice hotels where you get lots of attention. Hey, to me it's worth it to be spoiled now and then, because for me, it's all about me. But I'm always amazed how "rich people" look down on me because I'm sporting a T-shirt and a 2" barbell in my ear. I wouldn't say it bothers me, but I wouldn't be shy about telling those kinds of people that I kick ass, people like me for who I am.
So it's strange that I could afford to be a part of that culture, when I stick with a job anyway, but I'd be totally out of place in it. I hope to keep it that way. I mean, I hate working for The Man, I think The Man doesn't contribute to society, and The Man looks down on anyone not also The Man.
And for the record, I do look down on some people... but just the stupid ones. Socioeconomic status and demographics matter not in that regard!