In which money exists
So apparently rich people aren't just a myth. They actually exist! All those stereotypes we have about uber rich people? They're all true!
Let me explain. No, there is too much; let me sum up.
(Whatever. I don't sum up very well, as I tend to wax lengthy.)
I was very upset last night and stayed up until 2:30 a.m. crying. When I woke up, I didn't feel any better, and the day generally sucked. I was thinking about going to a friend's graduation, but when I was offered the chance to do something for somebody else that in no way helped me, I jumped at the chance. I didn't do this to help my friend out, but because it would give me a change of routine and maybe solve my ills. It did all this; in retrospect, it's probably because I was serving someone, but I didn't see it that way at the time.
Anywho, this someone is Boy Who Smiles (I really need more friends). He Who Speak with Sarcasm is his brother, and he's been doing an internship up in Salt Lake. He Who Speak With Sarcasm borrowed Boy Who Smiles' car and left it up in SLC at their auntie's house. Our original plan was to ride the bus up there and drive back so I wouldn't have to drive (I had waxed angsty the night prior about driving to Salt Lake so much and how much I hate it), but we missed the bus because I put my hair up (which makes me feel all kinds of pathetic), so I offered to drive him up and we could drive our own cars back. ...And by "I offered to drive" I do mean I threw my keys at him and asked him to drive.
His aunt and uncle live on the edge of the U of U, so we had to drive THROUGH the U of U to get there. My soul feels tainted. I never thought I'd set foot on their campus, and although I still haven't set foot on their campus, I near to practical did, and if there's one thing my Daddy taught me, it's that Satan lives at the U. I had to go through the devil's backyard to make this trip!
Here's the rich people part: they are rich people! That house was monstrous! I kind of want to play hide and seek in it. Imagine the fun we could have! There would be so many hiding places! Seriously, they exemplified every rich person stereotype I have, except for the snobby part. His auntie was so kind and sweet, I kept wondering if she was really the lady of the house.
In the wee tiny bit we saw, there were professional glamour shots of all their kids, signed photos of Pres. Bush (one of their children worked for him), the front cover of an Ensign because their daughter was on it, photos of Miss Junior Utah (one of their kids), THREE grand pianos...And I found out that at least five of their kids have attended Harvard. FIVE! Their house also contains an indoor pool, a racketball (racquetball?) court, and a gym, plus who knows what else.
GAH!
They have an intercom system that goes outdoors, so they can talk to whoever's at the front door without having to be anywhere near it! I figured the front porch was bigger than some college kids' bedrooms; Boy Who Smiles confirmed it was bigger than his. The front porch. That's positively insane!
I've seen Gilmore Girls; I know theoretically that people like Richard and Emily Gilmore exist. Obviously Harvard, Yale, and...uh...other Ivy League schools... are populated with rich kids, but now I've actually met one! I've met a real live rich person! Holy crow! They're real!
Just for the record, I no longer think my parents are rich. Sure, they've got a buttload of money compared to just about everyone else I know, and so long as I'm single I'll never, ever have as much money as they do, but they are not rich like rich people are rich. They're just upper normal.
I decided today that if I'm ever that rich, I am NOT living in such opulence. I will have a normal sized house and I'll give all my extra money to charity or buy a bookstore or something. (Ooh, I could buy a library like the one in Beauty and the Beast and recreate the scene where he shows it to her for the first time! That would never get old.) As cool as that rich-person house undoubtedly is, I could never live there and feel comfortable. I'm just too lower middle class for that to be comforting.
As I drove home in my own car, I listened to country music and felt much more at ease. There ain't nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer. It's okay for us normal people to be just that.
I feel like this rich-people experience was the polar opposite of my Idaho experience. Today I learned where I feel most comfortable, and it's not surrounded by riches.
...Unfortunately, this puts a damper on my not-so-secret inner desire to be a princess. I need to work on reconciling these ideals...
"I can't believe he just said that out loud." ~~Kyo
Let me explain. No, there is too much; let me sum up.
(Whatever. I don't sum up very well, as I tend to wax lengthy.)
I was very upset last night and stayed up until 2:30 a.m. crying. When I woke up, I didn't feel any better, and the day generally sucked. I was thinking about going to a friend's graduation, but when I was offered the chance to do something for somebody else that in no way helped me, I jumped at the chance. I didn't do this to help my friend out, but because it would give me a change of routine and maybe solve my ills. It did all this; in retrospect, it's probably because I was serving someone, but I didn't see it that way at the time.
Anywho, this someone is Boy Who Smiles (I really need more friends). He Who Speak with Sarcasm is his brother, and he's been doing an internship up in Salt Lake. He Who Speak With Sarcasm borrowed Boy Who Smiles' car and left it up in SLC at their auntie's house. Our original plan was to ride the bus up there and drive back so I wouldn't have to drive (I had waxed angsty the night prior about driving to Salt Lake so much and how much I hate it), but we missed the bus because I put my hair up (which makes me feel all kinds of pathetic), so I offered to drive him up and we could drive our own cars back. ...And by "I offered to drive" I do mean I threw my keys at him and asked him to drive.
His aunt and uncle live on the edge of the U of U, so we had to drive THROUGH the U of U to get there. My soul feels tainted. I never thought I'd set foot on their campus, and although I still haven't set foot on their campus, I near to practical did, and if there's one thing my Daddy taught me, it's that Satan lives at the U. I had to go through the devil's backyard to make this trip!
Here's the rich people part: they are rich people! That house was monstrous! I kind of want to play hide and seek in it. Imagine the fun we could have! There would be so many hiding places! Seriously, they exemplified every rich person stereotype I have, except for the snobby part. His auntie was so kind and sweet, I kept wondering if she was really the lady of the house.
In the wee tiny bit we saw, there were professional glamour shots of all their kids, signed photos of Pres. Bush (one of their children worked for him), the front cover of an Ensign because their daughter was on it, photos of Miss Junior Utah (one of their kids), THREE grand pianos...And I found out that at least five of their kids have attended Harvard. FIVE! Their house also contains an indoor pool, a racketball (racquetball?) court, and a gym, plus who knows what else.
GAH!
They have an intercom system that goes outdoors, so they can talk to whoever's at the front door without having to be anywhere near it! I figured the front porch was bigger than some college kids' bedrooms; Boy Who Smiles confirmed it was bigger than his. The front porch. That's positively insane!
I've seen Gilmore Girls; I know theoretically that people like Richard and Emily Gilmore exist. Obviously Harvard, Yale, and...uh...other Ivy League schools... are populated with rich kids, but now I've actually met one! I've met a real live rich person! Holy crow! They're real!
Just for the record, I no longer think my parents are rich. Sure, they've got a buttload of money compared to just about everyone else I know, and so long as I'm single I'll never, ever have as much money as they do, but they are not rich like rich people are rich. They're just upper normal.
I decided today that if I'm ever that rich, I am NOT living in such opulence. I will have a normal sized house and I'll give all my extra money to charity or buy a bookstore or something. (Ooh, I could buy a library like the one in Beauty and the Beast and recreate the scene where he shows it to her for the first time! That would never get old.) As cool as that rich-person house undoubtedly is, I could never live there and feel comfortable. I'm just too lower middle class for that to be comforting.
As I drove home in my own car, I listened to country music and felt much more at ease. There ain't nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer. It's okay for us normal people to be just that.
I feel like this rich-people experience was the polar opposite of my Idaho experience. Today I learned where I feel most comfortable, and it's not surrounded by riches.
...Unfortunately, this puts a damper on my not-so-secret inner desire to be a princess. I need to work on reconciling these ideals...
"I can't believe he just said that out loud." ~~Kyo