The one silver-spoon I can think of seems to be missing from the thread.
Who here will describe what it's like being born rich...
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I hope everyone on this thread realizes that we were ALL born in the top 8% of wealth in the world.
As far as 90% of the planet is concerned, we were ALL "born rich".
So get over yourselves.....

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Smart guy driving a cab and being a tour guide, knows in detail the history of his people and his country, speaks english like a native, makes jokes, hauls bags, knows all the tricks. Makes..... 5 dollars a day. He's lucky, or just a good hustler; 50% of the people in the world live on $2/day or less. 5 billion live at 10$/day or less.
Every last one of you MFs is in the lucky sperm club. If you make 3k a month, you are farther from most of the world than Minte is from you.
If you want some perspective, do that test where you live on 10$ a day for a few months.
Below is a nice pic of Michael Dell's son eating his awesome lunch on a private jet.
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Perhaps. Except that I think the OP is unconscious of the fact that, in order to describe what it's like being born rich, he simply has to describe his own life, since he is, like the rest of us, in the top 8% of the world.


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says the guy living in a mansion. rich according to those in third world countries but why would people living in north america compare themselves to that? they are going to compare themselves to what they see around themselves.you don't know you're wearing a leash if you sit by the peg all day..Comment
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and this is the problem. comparing where i was born and to whom with someone else's and getting miffed about that is pretty silly.Comment
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You keep bringing up the "mansion" thing. Whatever I have, or don't have, now; you should know this:
In 1993 I got out of the army completely broke, because I had been sending all my money to a woman, (like an idiot), and ended up homeless on the streets in L.A.
Unemployment was about 11%, I had debts, all of my possessions had been taken when the storage wasn't paid, so all I had was two civilian shirts, a pair of jeans, and some Class A's and BDU's in a duffle bag. My mother, back east, was in no position to help, and my father was in Hong Kong or something, and was long gone. I didn't bother trying to contact either one.
I slept under the porch of the West Hollywood community center, on top of my stuff to keep it from being stolen. I dug through the trash to get newspaper job ads, and walked however many miles to the ones that allowed you to just walk in without calling. I would throw my duffle in the dumpster behind the buildings, walk up and fill out an app and interview, and then go back and get my stuff and walk miles back to West Hollywood park. I found out where all of the programs for food were, mostly run by churches, and I never had to beg one time to eat. I made friends with the guy that ran the community pool, and he let me take showers in there and I used the bits of left over soap that people had left in the shower stalls.
I busted my ass all day, every day, with no phone, and no car, to get a job, and after 2.5 months, I did. Another 2 months later I was supervisor of my section of the call center, and I had moved into a crap weekly fleabag motel. From there I worked my way up, into the beginnings of internet billing, and by 2002, I had started my own company. No one lent me anything, or paid off anything for me, or bought me anything.
I know that I was still more privileged than most growing up, NOT from some kind of financial advantage from my parents, but rather being taught that no one who is not being physically forced is a victim. That you make your own way in the world, and though there is nothing wrong with choosing whatever level you wish to live, you should never blame someone else for your own choices, or think that they are not yours to make.
There were many other lessons they gave me, but the end result is that they gave me the mindset that there is no "they" that will hold me back, there is only myself and my choices. I have made choices that have caused me to lose money at times, and I would make them again, because they are part of my nature, but I'm not going to say "woe is me", or "boo hoo" that someone else has more.

.Michael Sperber / Acella Financial LLC/ Online Payment Processing
[email protected] / http://Acellafinancial.com/
ICQ 177961090 / Tel +1 909 NET BILL / Skype msperberComment
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You keep bringing up the "mansion" thing. Whatever I have, or don't have, now; you should know this:
In 1993 I got out of the army completely broke, because I had been sending all my money to a woman, (like an idiot), and ended up homeless on the streets in L.A.
Unemployment was about 11%, I had debts, all of my possessions had been taken when the storage wasn't paid, so all I had was two civilian shirts, a pair of jeans, and some Class A's and BDU's in a duffle bag. My mother, back east, was in no position to help, and my father was in Hong Kong or something, and was long gone. I didn't bother trying to contact either one.
I slept under the porch of the West Hollywood community center, on top of my stuff to keep it from being stolen. I dug through the trash to get newspaper job ads, and walked however many miles to the ones that allowed you to just walk in without calling. I would throw my duffle in the dumpster behind the buildings, walk up and fill out an app and interview, and then go back and get my stuff and walk miles back to West Hollywood park. I found out where all of the programs for food were, mostly run by churches, and I never had to beg one time to eat. I made friends with the guy that ran the community pool, and he let me take showers in there and I used the bits of left over soap that people had left in the shower stalls.
I busted my ass all day, every day, with no phone, and no car, to get a job, and after 2.5 months, I did. Another 2 months later I was supervisor of my section of the call center, and I had moved into a crap weekly fleabag motel. From there I worked my way up, into the beginnings of internet billing, and by 2002, I had started my own company. No one lent me anything, or paid off anything for me, or bought me anything.
I know that I was still more privileged than most growing up, NOT from some kind of financial advantage from my parents, but rather being taught that no one who is not being physically forced is a victim. That you make your own way in the world, and though there is nothing wrong with choosing whatever level you wish to live, you should never blame someone else for your own choices, or think that they are not yours to make.
There were many other lessons they gave me, but the end result is that they gave me the mindset that there is no "they" that will hold me back, there is only myself and my choices. I have made choices that have caused me to lose money at times, and I would make them again, because they are part of my nature, but I'm not going to say "woe is me", or "boo hoo" that someone else has more.

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Minte and Sperbonzo, I'm surprised you still make the effort.
The bottom shall always be the bottom by choice. They assuage their lot in life by imagining they actually DID work hard enough to succeed but were cheated out of it.
Sadly, they were never willing to do what it took. They're only willing to pretend they did.I'm not a dinosaur, I'm a crocodile. I've seen dinosaurs come and go and I'm left unimpressed.Comment
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You keep bringing up the "mansion" thing. Whatever I have, or don't have, now; you should know this:
In 1993 I got out of the army completely broke, because I had been sending all my money to a woman, (like an idiot), and ended up homeless on the streets in L.A.
Unemployment was about 11%, I had debts, all of my possessions had been taken when the storage wasn't paid, so all I had was two civilian shirts, a pair of jeans, and some Class A's and BDU's in a duffle bag. My mother, back east, was in no position to help, and my father was in Hong Kong or something, and was long gone. I didn't bother trying to contact either one.
I slept under the porch of the West Hollywood community center, on top of my stuff to keep it from being stolen. I dug through the trash to get newspaper job ads, and walked however many miles to the ones that allowed you to just walk in without calling. I would throw my duffle in the dumpster behind the buildings, walk up and fill out an app and interview, and then go back and get my stuff and walk miles back to West Hollywood park. I found out where all of the programs for food were, mostly run by churches, and I never had to beg one time to eat. I made friends with the guy that ran the community pool, and he let me take showers in there and I used the bits of left over soap that people had left in the shower stalls.
I busted my ass all day, every day, with no phone, and no car, to get a job, and after 2.5 months, I did. Another 2 months later I was supervisor of my section of the call center, and I had moved into a crap weekly fleabag motel. From there I worked my way up, into the beginnings of internet billing, and by 2002, I had started my own company. No one lent me anything, or paid off anything for me, or bought me anything.
I know that I was still more privileged than most growing up, NOT from some kind of financial advantage from my parents, but rather being taught that no one who is not being physically forced is a victim. That you make your own way in the world, and though there is nothing wrong with choosing whatever level you wish to live, you should never blame someone else for your own choices, or think that they are not yours to make.
There were many other lessons they gave me, but the end result is that they gave me the mindset that there is no "they" that will hold me back, there is only myself and my choices. I have made choices that have caused me to lose money at times, and I would make them again, because they are part of my nature, but I'm not going to say "woe is me", or "boo hoo" that someone else has more.

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Minte and Sperbonzo, I'm surprised you still make the effort.
The bottom shall always be the bottom by choice. They assuage their lot in life by imagining they actually DID work hard enough to succeed but were cheated out of it.
Sadly, they were never willing to do what it took. They're only willing to pretend they did.
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