i used to live in a 2 bedroom with my mother and sister (they shared a room). now im just below the average of the 1%ers. i work at my leisure with a few ventures i have. i live in a small house in a blue collar neighborhood and i drive a 2004 ford. i'm not pretending to be one of those modest wealthy people that are popular these days (my wife drives a brand new volvo because i want the safest and best for her). before my wealth came, i had already established a comfortable life with a 9-5 job and an apartment and was just inside that happiness income threshold. now that i have so much wealth and really not much reason to work hard, it is a struggle to keep happy and i think i'm most miserable when i'm having one of my diva days (sitting around in my robe watching reddit videos and getting stoned). there are some very negative aspects of my personality that were there before the money came and are still with me. assholes are assholes whether they avoid calls from the bank because they are overdrawn, or because the bank wants them to put even more money into their institution.

when i first got my hands on my bottomless pit of expendable cash, i played around and bought everything i wanted (i set a $2000 limit though because i knew i would turn into mc hammer otherwise) and after a year of buying guitars and cameras and computers and 3d printers and speakers and all that bs, i learned that i quickly became dissatisfied with all of these "ideal" things the same way i was with my pawn shop guitar or my 5 yo computer. the crybaby in me always wanted more. don't get me wrong, i actually love my toys. they just didn't provide me with the euphoria i was always dreaming about as a kid. i'm exactly the same guy i always was.