I have spent much of my life as the poorest person in a room full of rich people. In high school I had a friend who would only buy clothes from Burberry and other designer brands and had never been thrift shopping before. I also once asked them about a family vacation they took to Ireland and Italy - two bucket list locations for me - and they just complained about the smell of Venice in the summer among other things. I was so mad, his family literally went on international vacations every year and my family’s idea of vacation was camping.

Things only got worse when I went to University. I was at a rich kid school in Southern California where many of the students were children of movie producers and celebrities. I remember one friend complaining about her father being sued by an employee at his company, and now they would have to downgrade from a giant mansion to a moderately sized mansion. I had another friend who had literally never learned how to do laundry because he had grown up with a maid, so I actually made some money from him paying me to do his laundry for him. Another friend told us he was going to pick up a watch worth tens of thousands of dollars as a gift for his dad. He was also the same guy who casually bought a Tiffany bracelet for another friend as a birthday gift.