When you don’t have enough money, you have no choice but to be smarter and more resourceful. You have to learn, you have to look for other alternatives, be aware of where you are going, where you step when walking and, if you slip, to get up and take note of your mistakes. You can’t afford to be stupid or look stupid, otherwise your life, which is already hard, will get worse.

But when you are rich? It doesn’t fucking matter at all. You can make the biggest fuck up that a human being can do in his whole life; be deceived and swindled for amounts equivalent to a person’s 5-year salary, over and over again; you can believe all the fakenews and pseudosciences that humanity has created; you can screw up as many times as you want… You will still be rich, you will still be opulent, you will still be able to make more mistakes.

While all of us are one accident or a serious illness away from ending up in economic ruin, the rich don’t stop being rich even by dying.

Obvious? Yes, but it doesn’t hurt to remember.

  • Dagwood222@lemm.ee
    21·
    5 days ago

    True story.

    One of George W. Bush’s friends was telling a story about the future President. He was a recent college graduate and came to her house with a load of laundry, because he couldn’t figure out how to clean his own stuff.

    • PrincessLeiasCat@sh.itjust.works
      10·
      5 days ago

      I’m embarrassed to admit that this was me.

      My mom had a thing about washing clothes - how they were washed, how they were dried (usually hung up to dry, often over random doorways around the house, never in the dryer) and starching and ironing. And sometimes the socks and underwear would be hung up, too. So if people came over we’d have to hurry up and put all that shit away first. (We didn’t have a dedicated laundry room)

      When we went places she would critique other people’s clothes and note if they hadn’t been pressed correctly or something, “they didn’t even use starch on that shirt”, but also she also never showed me how to do it because she was so particular.

      So I was already an adult the first time I used a washing machine and I still feel victorious every time I throw all that shit in the dryer.

      • Dagwood222@lemm.ee
        7·
        5 days ago

        That’s a good story. My family moved into a big apartment complex when I was in 6th Grade. There was a big laundry room in the basement and somehow I became the Laundry Czar of my family. First good paying job I got I started having it done for me.