The Rich and Spectacular
Maybe it's just me. Maybe it's just my current surroundings. Maybe I'm just bitter because I drive a beat up piece of shit Dodge Neon that 1996 shat out. But I don't think that's it. I'm pretty proud of that car because it is completely 100% mine. Which is more to say then just about everyone else who goes to my university who drives the present from mommy and daddy and live off of their salary. But what I do think is that people are incredibly materialistic and way too shallow for anyone's own good. On my break from work, I drove over to Burger King to get some food. I'm sitting at a red light beside a gas station in an incredibly rich neighborhood watching the people pumping gas. And they're all pumping their Shell gas, which is the most expensive gas station around and the shittiest gas around, into their BMWs, Mercedes, and Bentleys. As I'm sitting there, I watch a past her prime woman get out of her still too old for her, husband's Mercedes Benz decked out blindingly glamorously in just about every brand name that one could buy from a New York runway. Obviously no one's told this woman yet that she's not 25 anymore. Anyway, back to the point, personally I see all of this materialism as insecurity. Always feeling the need to prove yourself to a bunch of people who don't give two shits about you. It irritates the hell out of me. That possession of expensive things automatically makes you more important that God and more glamorous than a goddess. And because one owns these expensive things, they treat the rest of the world like we own them something. All because they spent a lot of money. I almost got hit today by a stupid woman driving a BMW while talking on her cell phone. And in this city, I KNOW that I would be found at fault. But I would have just loved to bitch her out. Anyone who's ever worked a customer service job knows exactly what I'm talking about. For instance, I work at a Hampton Inn. Hampton Inn is owned by Hilton. Hilton has a rewards program for frequent stayers within the company call, Hilton Honors. The more you spend, the more points you get towards free stays. Tiers go: Blue, Silver, Gold, Diamond. Diamonds of course being the ones that have spent the most money. Whenever they come into the hotel and don't get their way, they remind me "well, I'm a Diamond" like I give a shit. I see no reason to treat them like an actual diamond while they stand in front of me and treat me very disrespectfully. I'm not paid enough to put up with their egos. I do not like the rich.
What exactly is it about the rich that makes them think that their gods? Congratulations. You spent a lot of money. Who's the fool?
What exactly is it about the rich that makes them think that their gods? Congratulations. You spent a lot of money. Who's the fool?