This is the thing about being rich (which I am by any reasonable standard, this isn’t a gloat): it’s not the ivory back scratchers, it’s the not having to worry about money. Or even think about it much. I’ve had an easy life but there have been (mostly student) times where I’ve not had any money for a food shop or not been able to go to the dentist/optician etc or had my outgoings exceed my income for sustained periods and not knowing how or when that was going to resolve, and even those fairly minor things were fucking horrible and draining.
Now I don’t think about money because if we get a big bill through or the boiler packs it in at the same time as needing new glasses or whatever… it’s fine. And this is the kind of banal thing that radicalised me. Everyone should have at the very least that absolutely minimal level of security. Everyone. Nobody should have to worry about normal shit happening and that putting them into a precarious living situation or not being able to eat, particularly when there’s so much wealth around. Nobody.
What have I done to deserve this security that other people haven’t? Fuck all. Honestly, fuck all. It’s just luck and circumstance, and anyone telling themselves otherwise is buying into their own hero myth and needs to get a fucking grip. The rich people I work with aren’t working any harder than the admins (if anything, it’s the opposite), far less the factory workers or the cleaners. It’s a crock of shite. All of it.