What The Poor Think Of The Rich

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Here I am sitting at home on a rainy evening relaxing in my pajamas listening to classical music when all of a sudden a small comment about Beethoven’s last symphony turned into a short heated debate.

“Beethoven’s last symphony sounds very angry. Wow! I never heard this one.” I said.

“I can’t stand it. You put on an act to be high class. No one listens to classical music. You think you are better than everyone else.” John replied.

“What?”

“Stop it with your fantasy world of having that Park Avenue apartment and being cultured. This is what people do at eighty-five years old. Grow up!”

I felt the breath taken out of me. I wanted to yell but instead of fighting, I got up, made myself another cup of tea and went back to my listening. A year of not mentioning anything about my liking of classical music has turned into a mess that I cannot dig myself out of. If I had a choice to hide anything, this would be it. A few moments have gone by and my mind was wrapped around the idea of social classes and what the middle class thought about the upper class.

John has reminded me of how I felt about the upper class and their ignorant personalities with their designer clothing and money when I was 18 and naïve. It wasn’t that I disliked the rich; I just didn’t understand their lifestyle until I was opened up to it. Now, I can’t seem to live without. How wonderful it is to step away from the noise and start listening to cultivated music, participate in relaxing sports such as golf and gambling with the stock market. John has referred to this type of mindset as “boring and materialistic.”

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In a book that I have read many times said that “life should be abundant and beautiful” and I am sure that most of us are familiar with The Secret. What is so wrong with me transferring my thoughts onto something that I imagine and dream about? I fill my thoughts everyday with positive ones that will one day allow me to have an apartment in the city overlooking the park, and enough leisure time to enjoy my life.

What I don’t understand is that why do many Americans gamble with the possibility of winning millions everyday, yet look at the rich as if they are better than everyone else. What I believe is true is that jealousy plays a role and the ones that are ignorant are the ones that think money is the root of all evil and lack of it makes matters worse.