Rich people are lazy.
And by rich I mean, people's whose proclaimations of poverty are only times when they desire an expensive bag/shoe/makeup/rings etc; and when they rely heavily on parental donations for most of their activities, and any termination of such charity renders one incapable of survival. And by lazy I mean, the inability to put in 100% effort in anything they do. Rich people are lazy because they know that whatever they do, they have a free flow bank to fall back on. Even though this "bank" may not be part of the contingency plan, its the existence of it that gives consolation...and hence a lack of effort.
I may generalise, but I find this particularly true most of the time, especially for me. Yea I hate the fact that I'm rich, but before people start slapping my favourite phrase "the grass is always greener on the other side" in my face, I'm gonna admit that I am extremely thankful for being ever so inevitably wealthy. I can fail my exams and know that I will still get some sort of education that will secure my income for the rest of my life. And even if I dont, I'll have a hefty sum of inheritance (ok this is not the most morally right thing to say, but let's face it, it's true). I often say that being rich makes one unable to do what they want to do. At least from the perspective of a daughter/son. There are expectations that come with being rich--one should be part of the upper class, credit card colour wise, as well as physical wise. One needs to look the part, sound the part, and be the part. No dreadlocks, no piercings, no hippie slippers. Yes pretty shoes, yes pretty hair, yes expensive dress. No tiger beer, no loud manic laughter, no kitchen mess. Yes expensive (but horrible tasting) wine, yes refined laughter, yes maid (or just general neatness). But honestly, being rich (and having the comfort of knowing I'll always have money to fall back on), really gives me so many options. That is, I can fail my exams and know I can still do theatre. I can pass my degree and still know I can do another degree/diploma in something I love. I know I really dont have to work that hard, even if part of me wants to.
I guess I do sound like a complete brat, spoilt and pampered. But I thought I'd just share my latest revelations. And stop fighting the notion of money, and stop saying that I fucking hate it. Cos only with the excess of it can I convincingly say that I hate it. And yes I'm lazy. So very lazy.
And by rich I mean, people's whose proclaimations of poverty are only times when they desire an expensive bag/shoe/makeup/rings etc; and when they rely heavily on parental donations for most of their activities, and any termination of such charity renders one incapable of survival. And by lazy I mean, the inability to put in 100% effort in anything they do. Rich people are lazy because they know that whatever they do, they have a free flow bank to fall back on. Even though this "bank" may not be part of the contingency plan, its the existence of it that gives consolation...and hence a lack of effort.
I may generalise, but I find this particularly true most of the time, especially for me. Yea I hate the fact that I'm rich, but before people start slapping my favourite phrase "the grass is always greener on the other side" in my face, I'm gonna admit that I am extremely thankful for being ever so inevitably wealthy. I can fail my exams and know that I will still get some sort of education that will secure my income for the rest of my life. And even if I dont, I'll have a hefty sum of inheritance (ok this is not the most morally right thing to say, but let's face it, it's true). I often say that being rich makes one unable to do what they want to do. At least from the perspective of a daughter/son. There are expectations that come with being rich--one should be part of the upper class, credit card colour wise, as well as physical wise. One needs to look the part, sound the part, and be the part. No dreadlocks, no piercings, no hippie slippers. Yes pretty shoes, yes pretty hair, yes expensive dress. No tiger beer, no loud manic laughter, no kitchen mess. Yes expensive (but horrible tasting) wine, yes refined laughter, yes maid (or just general neatness). But honestly, being rich (and having the comfort of knowing I'll always have money to fall back on), really gives me so many options. That is, I can fail my exams and know I can still do theatre. I can pass my degree and still know I can do another degree/diploma in something I love. I know I really dont have to work that hard, even if part of me wants to.
I guess I do sound like a complete brat, spoilt and pampered. But I thought I'd just share my latest revelations. And stop fighting the notion of money, and stop saying that I fucking hate it. Cos only with the excess of it can I convincingly say that I hate it. And yes I'm lazy. So very lazy.
