Here we are in the midst of an economic meltdown: gas prices again nearing $5 a gallon, milk prices so high you wonder if the cows have gone on strike, the artificially inflated home prices continuing to fall to lows we haven’t seen in years—and yet, what do I see? Construction. Lots of construction of new homes. Not repairs. Not additions. But, the tearing down of houses under 5,000 square feet replaced with glass, steel and marble monstrosities big enough to house an entire Mexican village.
I lose count of all the Ferraris, Mustangs, and gas guzzling SUVs I see on the road. Sure some people have put their Cadillac Escalade up for sale, but on my end of town, they are few and far between. Why? Because these people have money and they are immune to economic chaos. It’s not happening in their world so they have no reason to care if they use more gas than the average schmuck.
They don’t care that some of their employees have to choose between gas for their car or groceries this week. They don’t care because they don’t know. They don’t know because, well maybe because they just don’t want to know.
Like when Reagan denied there were any homeless people in the US, or when Bush II insisted we were safer after he invaded Iraq.
People believe what they want.
I’m not immune. I believe what I say. And what’s more: I’m right. And I’m sure you think you’re right too.
So the rich flaunt their wealth in the faces of those with less and feel entitled. Those of us with less are apparently here to cater to the rich in one way or another. We are just planets around their sun.
I’ve got a theory why money makes people feel so entitled. Because they’re narcissists and most surround themselves with sycophants and other hangers-on who feel important when around people who feel important by having “people.”
Narcissists are insensitive to the needs and emotions of the rest of us. They’re arrogant, and expect admiration, even undeserved. They use people to do for them, while they live in their own world of freedom and arrogance. The most unfortunate thing about narcissists is they don’t admit there is a problem. Since they live in their own perfect fantasy world, if something is not perfect it must be your problem.
I’m getting better at letting things like this go. I can’t fix the world, and I can’t make a narcissist see. All I can do is protect my little corner of hell from the rest of the planets.