One huge problem with getting any significant of money in life is you are now surrounded by rich and upper middle class people, who by and large are nearly all conservative assholes.
Same thing if you go corporate and with any of the professions.
Most people around you in those cubicles are going to be conservatives. You will be having lunch with conservatives. Your boss will be a conservative and you will have to listen to his crap. If you get promoted, which is the general idea, with every step up the ladder, more and more of the people at your level would be conservatives. It almost makes you not even want to get promoted.
By the same token, if you start your own business, you will now sadly be surrounded with “entrepreneurs,” or small businesspeople, 83
If you are lucky enough to gravitate into the better jobs, you will now be surrounded by more and more conservatives as your income rises. And even the liberals and progressives will be shitty because they will all be extremely oriented towards money.
And by the way, when you move into this group, everyone around you will be totally wrapped up in money but you won’t be able to discuss the subject with anyone! God forbid you ask anyone how much they’re making. It’s very taboo in our society, which is odd. If they’ve wrapped their whole lives around, why on Earth is it taboo and not up for discussion? The most important damned thing in your life can never be discussed? That’s weird as Hell. That’s almost like being gaslit right there because it makes no sense.
God forbid you ever mention how much you’re making, probably because you think you’re making out quite well. The automatic response from those around you will be something along the lines of
Ah, that ain’t shit.
Which ends up shrinking you smaller than a Lilliputian.
When I was into that scene, I found I was angry all the time. And no matter how much I made, the women I dated made more, and that never works, so they were always bitching and saying I needed to start making more money. How exactly? So even though I was doing all right, I found myself in this continuous start of angry agitation, sort of like being all coked up with nowhere to go but with an anger component.
Now, thank God, I’ve completely dropped out of this sick joke called society for a good 25 years now. In some ways it’s horrible but in other ways, I feel like I dodged a bullet. And that angry, agitated feeling of never doing as well as those around me is pretty much history.