Ka-Ching

We frequently see acclaim for those in the public eye who wear their good fortune openly and flash their success onto the masses who possess none. They lead a charmed, even envied life. You know them by their appearance, their amassed wealth, and titles of importance. They have extreme visibility and name recognition.

I would venture a guess those fortunate few know exactly how uncomfortable life would be for them without money. They understand not having money means not only less comfort but less luxury as well. There is no such thing as being pampered when you are an average person. I suspect this is why they do everything in their power to ensure they will never have to live like a poor person. Who wants to be living in distress, battling disease or injury on top of the day to day stresses? What I observe is the rich insulating themselves in their own little worlds to avoid the crises and tragedies the average person must usually endure. Obscene wealth helps them control their environment in a way to mitigate what regular citizens see as life always just happening to them. The less fortunate are, at the very least, having to cope daily and trying not to succumb in the process. It’s a hustle all the time, and full of pressure.

Rich people don’t cope. They don’t have to. All that is required is to manage because they have the breathing room to do so. Ka-Ching!

And the moral of the story? The label middle-class seems like the best place to reside.

Conclusions

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Do people really see who we are or only what they need from us? Are friendships genuinely based on the affection of those characteristics which appeal the most or are they based on a mutual give and take of needs? These are the questions this meme prompted in me. Time to do some research!

I asked ten friends/family to describe me in ten words. Only one didn’t respond, the rest sent their thoughts to me within hours or days. Thank you for participating!

Evaluating their responses, the following interesting factoids emerged!

  • There were 90 words used to describe me, plus 7 bonus words.
  • 5 out of the 9 said I was passionate – the 1 word 56% agreed on and 1 word in my list of top 5 self-identified traits!
  • There were 5 words I totally disagreed with, but 4 people thought it of me.
  • The 1 person who I thought would ace this, didn’t say the 1 thing most people were right about nor use any of the terms which were my top 10.
  • Out of the 90 words, 33% said 18 words that I would 100% agree with.
  • Only 2 people identified the 2 words – meticulous & organized – that are TRULY 100% me.
  • 1 person (and it wasn’t one of my children) said I was motherly.
  • 1 person nailed 4 terms I list as my 10 self-identified traits.
  • 1 person nailed 3       ”                               ”                            “
  • 5 people nailed 2        ”                               ”                            “
  • 1 person nailed 1       ”                               ”                            “

Do the questions I asked originally get answered with the data I collected? Yeah, I would say they do. When I look at each individual’s responses and our relationship, they seem to have described what they see in me, not what they take from me. None of the relationships I have feel unbalanced. They are kind and mutually beneficial but not for the gain of material things or taking one another for granted. Our relationships work for each other’s sanity and comfort.

So what does this all really mean? I honestly think who I’ve surrounded myself with people who genuinely think these good things about me, and for that I’m grateful. Are they 100% right? No, but for the most part, they are. What is shows me is that I have displayed these sorts of traits, and for that, I’m proud to have turned out to be someone as they have described.

For Show

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Elijah O’Donnell

cut flowers
damaged to project perfection

eventually, they’ll die
it’s not natural to live in glass

we were both cut in youth
damaged to project perfection

outside showed one thing
inside was a mess

both of us broken people
trying to get it right

hard knocks
every one a lesson

forced smiles
pressured lives

hard to bloom
when defeat is all you know