This rant is not directed at anyone who earned money through hard work and a desire to get ahead. Oh, no…
This rant is directed at a friend of mine, who has proven himself to be a complete and utter fucking TWIT in under an hour tonight. This friend of mine lives 800 miles away, thankfully, or else I would’ve probably driven over and smacked him across the face a few times tonight.
So anyway, the conversation began when I was explaining to him about how I was applying for various loans to pay off the remaining $2200 in tuition I owe. He made some off the wall comment about “only $2200?” Indeed, only $2200. So I had to explain to him that my income right now is pretty much devoted to my car payment/insurance, credit cards, and cell phone bills. And living expenses. Right. He asks how much I owe on my car, and I tell him – $12,000 is the balance.
His next comment is “$12,000? The stuff I wear, on a daily basis, is about $12,000.”
Right, so, I stop what I’m doing at the moment and follow this interesting new lead. See, my friend is rather wealthy-- scratch that, extremely wealthy-- but I never paid much attention to it. He kept his money matters to himself, and I never really asked, though I knew that he was rather loaded. So I asked him how he could justify wearing $12,000 worth of clothing.
“My parents buy it for me.” Fair enough, I guess. My friend is a college kid, like me, though he’s a couple years ahead. So his parents buy him $12,000 outfits. I shrug it off and say something along the lines of “I could never wear something that cost $12,000, even as a gift.” He asks why. So I explain that, being an impoverished college kid, and seeing most of my friends in the same situation, $12,000 for an outfit is such a waste. He says he agrees, and that his parents pretty much just force it upon him. I didn’t ask further.
BUT. Then he says “yeah, it’s such a waste, why do clothes have to cost so much?”
…asdfsghdfgjsg!!! THEY DON’T, FUCKER. This is when it started going downhill. I told him they DIDN’T, and that my entire wardrobe alone probably doesn’t equal 1/10 of that. I may have instigated a bit by saying how disgusting it was to hear about someone spending $12,000 on an outfit (celebrities aside).
“Oh, that’s one of the cheaper ones.”
WHAT THE FUCK? I’m working my ass off trying to make ends meet, and you’re spending thousands of dollars like it’s POCKET CHANGE? Don’t give me that lousy “my parents make me!” crap. I wouldn’t wear a goddamn $12,000 suit if it was a GIFT. It’s a waste of money!
And I know he’s absolutely fucking loaded. Seriously. We’re talking multi-million dollars loaded here, in his family, at least. And I know he’s gone and donated thousands to Childrens Hospitals before with his family, so I tried not to say much. He asked what I would do if I had money like that. I told him I’d first invest a sizable chunk for my future, and for my future family’s future. Then, I’d start handing out money to various charities I support. (Yeah yeah, we all would, but if I had the kind of money THIS guy has, I REALLY would.) Sure, I’d buy some luxury items… a nice house, car(s), etc… but nothing to the point where I’d spend $12,000 on an outfit.
AND THEN he has the nerve to tell me that I don’t know how hard it is to manage that kind of money. OBVIOUSLY you don’t either, you ass, if what you’re wearing costs more than everything I OWN. I voice dissention, but he tells me that I just don’t know how it is.
You’re right, I don’t.
So then he does what he thinks is a nice gesture and says “I’ll pay your $2200 for you if you want, no questions asked”. I DIDN’T ASK YOU TO. I KNOW you could. I WOULDN’T FEEL RIGHT taking money from you. It would make me feel VERY bad. Especially knowing that it’s chump change to you, and that if I ever did try to repay you, you would probably laugh and tell me to go buy something nice for myself. I declined. I said “thanks, but no thanks”.
THEN!!! I am told that “god, this is the last time I ever tell you about money… you snap at me, but I dont blame you, sitting there telling me that there comes a time when everyone needs to do things for themselves… lets see you live a day”.
Fucker, the hardest decision you make every day is whether you want whipped cream on your mocha. I’ve “lived a day” since I could hold a job. I worked from the age of 15 until, oh, right now, doing whatever I could to make sure I could pay for myself. I’ve worked jobs you would probably pay someone twice as much to make sure you would never have to. And I think that I’ve actually got a pretty easy life compared to some people.
So take your money, build a multi-million dollar pier, and take a walk right off the fucking end of it. Or better yet, hire someone to carry you.
You’d never know by looking at him that he’s loaded. His house is immense. I could probably park my house in his garage. But he’s the most down to earth person I’ve ever met.