How the ‘other half’ live.

For those of you who aren’t familiar with this turn of phrase it is referring to how the rich live in contrast with the poor. I’ve heard this phrase a lot in regards to extravagant spending and even every day luxuries of the upper class. I’ve finally lived it. My girlfriend is not exactly the 1% but she’s never going to be out of money. I’m still surprised by how grounded she is. Every other person I’ve met that came from money was either a terrible person or we just couldn’t relate to one another enough to ever be friends. To be honest it still feels weird having someone spend any sum of money on me. Three quarters of the time I end up telling her not to spend her money on me. All I want is her and her time. Money has never been a motivator. Never had it, probably never will. What I’ve always wanted is happiness.

I’ve stayed in a very nice but oversized serviced apartment complex. Honestly if I lived there on a permanent basis I’d have to buy things in order to fill the space because it feels to large and unnecessary. Nice to have a balcony though. I kept thinking ‘Who actually needs this amount of space.’ She agrees with me on that, nice to know I’m not just a fish out of my pond. The food has been really good too. Sushi, Vietnamese food, various Brazilian and a few more expensive basic products. I’ve lived pretty well. Good thing I didn’t get too used to it. It’s really weird not having a point where you’re like ‘okay, I have no more money. I’m not a big spender anyway but yeah to be able to just go get what you need when you need it. To be honest I would be happy to live half as well as she does.

I’m kinda hoping that seeing this will motivate me to work in order to achieve a degree of financial stability. It would be nice not to have to worry about money. Saying that it isn’t like I worry about it because I know I don’t have it. You just kinda get on with it. There was a time when we were financially stable in general but things changed. I find it good to remember that one shouldn’t get to comfortable on their perch, things can stray if you let them and other times it’s completely out of your control. Another thing I got used to is having the option of not having to share a train with a bunch of rude and sometimes even smelly commuters. I’m not being an ass some of these guys must hit the gym after work, it’s only noticeable with larger groups.

I still feel like I’m going to get thrown out of Marks&Spencer. Their advertisements state that this isn’t just any food it’s M&S food. They’re right it isn’t just any food, it’s extremely over-priced food. Good quality but the prices are ridiculous. I remember explaining our food stores to her and telling her that Waitrose is like on above M&S and she turns to me completely confused and says ‘WTF is a Waitrose.’ That gave me a giggle or two. She’s taught me that London isn’t quite as expensive as I previously thought. I have a new haunt, it’s a university area, great quality food and fairly priced with thee added bonus of being able to move unnoticed through a sea of multicultural faces. Great for my misanthropy. Even if I did decide I wanted to talk to someone the students and locals seem friendlier. Probably the bar’s fault.

It has been really good to live that way, being able to afford what I need. Not even the luxuries. I’ve also gained some good contacts and I have a feeling I’ll gain a lot more of them. She doesn’t quite realize it but she’s helped me a lot. More than just emotionally speaking. She gave me some motivation to improve myself. Not even for her but for me. I’ve told her this but she’s either clueless or doesn’t want me feeling like I owe her. In a way I do. She’s been here for me emotionally speaking through one of the roughest times in my life and even loved me when I’m at my worst. Can you really ask for more than that. I’d love that girl if she lived in a slum. The money never even came into it. I actually didn’t know how well off she was. I kinda worried at first that she’d think that it was about money but thankfully she knows me well enough to know it isn’t.

I think what really makes it perfect is the companionship, someone I can rely on to tell me the truth. It’d all be worthless to me if she wasn’t there. Living well is good but living happy is better in my experience. I’ve just been very lucky I guess. Exceptionally so. In both the woman and her circumstances. I’m more lucky that someone like her cares so much about someone like me. It was never about fixing me, just seeing me happy. I forgot what that felt like. I’m already happy, it feels like money kinda takes care of the rest. It’s good to have no worries for once. Hopefully some day I’ll get to that on my own.

-Misanthropist

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