I’m Losing It
My Newly Rich Friend
Please don’t rub it in!
I’m happy for you. Really, I am. You’ve worked hard for your six-figure salary and you’re marrying a guy who makes several million a year. That’s great. Awesome. Truly wonderful. Have I made myself clear? I’m happy for you.
But please remember not everyone is as blessed as you are. I watch you drop $800 on a single pair of shoes without blinking an eye and think about how I sweat a $20 t-shirt. I’m ashamed to admit – because I’m happy for you, really I am – that I got a little nauseous as I watched you plunk down that titanium card. Not because I begrudge you shoes that cost more than any car I ever owned, but because maybe I’m the tiniest bit envious. Envious because when I get a check for $800 there are about a dozen bill collectors clamoring for a piece of it. And I realize, that’s my problem not yours. But it doesn’t make it any easier.
And your fiancé? Great guy. Seems to love you to death. But can he please shut up about square footage? I don’t care how big his house is, as long as it holds the two of you comfortably. Nor do I care how much his car costs. Or, for that matter, the watch he’s wearing. As long as it gets you to the church on time, I don’t give a shit that it was made in Switzerland and has diamonds embedded in its face. In fact, that actually does bother me because I don’t think that anyone – no matter how much money they have at their disposal- should spend ten grand (or whatever he spent) on a timepiece.
So please take some of your gazillions and buy yourself a little perspective, my rich friend. Most people don’t have it as easy as you do. I’m not asking you to make less money or buy less crap, but I just wish you’d be a little sensitive to the fact that some of us are seriously screwed when it comes to what’s inside our wallets.