Being Rich Isn't Everything, But It Sure Is Nice

Being Rich Isn’t Everything, But It Sure Is Nice

by Buggolo

Over the weekend, M and I had a pretty interesting time. My holiday party was at a relatively fancy bar/club downtown. It was fun dressing up and hanging out at a trendy place, which is something we don’t do very often. Then on Saturday we had M’s holiday party, and before going out to dinner at a nice bistro, we visited with one of her clients.

The nature of her business puts her into some very nice homes—she actually designs them so that’s why they look so good. The sad part is that she gets to design/see some of the most amazing homes in the city and then she has to come back home and live with me in our little apartment (which does have a nice view, at least). Anyway, the experience had me thinking the whole time we were there: “I would love to have all of this.”

This is a building filled with famous people and others who can afford every luxury in life. The best part? They are incredibly nice people and excellent hosts. It’s usually easier for me to handle the whole “look at all the stuff you don’t have and probably never will” when the people that have it are jerks. But this couple was super nice and you would never think that they live in the lap of luxury. It kind of reminded me of Black Friday a year ago when I felt like I wanted to shop to be an equal to everyone else.

Now, this apartment we were in was incredible. It had three bedrooms, a sweet den where he spent most of his time, a ridiculous living room, dining room, and some extra rooms that were left over. They share the floor with four other units. And they were telling me that some people own the entire floor. This blew my mind, what on earth do you do with an entire floor when this apartment that takes up 1/5 of it is so huge/nice/incredible?

The whole thing was a crazy experience. I was having a great time because these people were such good hosts, but the whole time I couldn’t shake this feeling of “wow, you people have so much more than I do.”

I know it’s stupid to compare, but when you see this level of luxury, part of you wants to have it too. Or something more than what you have.

It got me thinking about how other people handle this. Have you had any experiences like this and what kinds of feelings do they generate in you?

Do share because I want to hear other opinions before the memory of Saturday fades and I forget all about it.