I was playing hookey in the mountains.
Got to see my parents and two of the three sons and their wives this weekend. We were all very lazy and lounged about the house mostly and had a nice time catching up.
There were a couple of heated discussions of a political nature. But none came to blows and no one was challenged to a duel. And come to think of it, not only politics was on the table, but some other observations about life came up, and one of them I have been mulling over ever since it was mentioned.
Someone was talking about wealth and how we in America are rather bi-polar about it.
You see we are bombarded with the idea that we can "get ahead", have the "American Dream" (which I have never quite understood fully), or "make it", whatever THAT means... Maybe that's the problem, these concepts are never fully explained.
Anyway, we concluded that while we all admire people who have started out with nothing in this country and worked hard and made a lot of money, there comes a certain point where that same pile of money can become a kind of albatross. And people start to resent you, become suspicious of you, and may even question your character and morals.
The tricky thing about this process is that one never knows when they have crossed the line into "filthy rich" territory. Is it when you buy that frivolous sporty little BMW convertible? Or when you hire the live in nanny. How about when you buy that summer home. Or have a home theater built. (Or in my case, purchasing a room full of leather bound books).
Perhaps the bar is higher than that. Say, your company gets on the stock exchange.
Or you buy your second high rise building. Maybe it's the day you hire your 5000th employee. Who knows? All I know is the very things that you were admired for yesterday, become the things that make you suspect the next.
The exact qualities that were described as "innovative", "energetic", and "enthusiastic" on your way up, are now called, "tricky", "obsessed", and "greedy" once you have entered the ill defined "filthy rich" category.
Yet all the time, we are lured into this supposed nirvana by the advertisers. They show us lounging on yachts, smoothly sliding our bronze golden platinum titanium credit cards over the counter to pay for God only knows what luxuries, and basking in retirement bliss at our country estates.
Perhaps it's just the occupational hazard of a society that is so wrapped up in financial achievement, and material possessions.
It's just odd. That's all I'm saying.