I ran into someone I know a few days ago.
The dude, let's call him Yo!Yo!, is the son of a self-made millionaire.
Poor little rich boy.
The dude, who's a couple of years younger than I am, is graduating university this year. And that is the only thing going for him. (Actually, I think his father could be the only thing going for him...but whatever.)
Yo!Yo! is rich, not particularly good looking, doesn't have a great personality, has a horrible attitude towards life--very entitled, yes even more than "normal" in Kuwait--and thinks every girl is dying for him to look at her. (They might be...but, seriously, once he opens his mouth...it's all gone.) To put it kindly he's a very tall "little" person.
Anyway, I stopped to say hi and asked what he's been up to and all those niceties... and he goes,
"Wallah, mako..." (nothing.)
He's going to graduate and do nothing. He might work with his father (his father is the Chairman of a publicly traded company). He might not. We'll see. He's definitely going "to breathe some fresh air" after graduation somewhere.
His words have been steeping in my mind for a few days now, infusing with my quarter-life crisis.
No, I still don't really have a clear idea of what I want from life. But I'm glad I'm not in Yo!Yo!'s position.
I could match what my parent's have achieved and if I work hard enough I could have my parent's quality of life. People aren't always comparing me to my parents because many don't know my parents. (Aside from me being a girl and people not expecting much from girls anyway...)
His father is a well-known man. Although Yo!Yo! will probably inherit seventy times as much as I'll ever make but he'll always live in his father's shadow. If he messes up, it's public. That's a very high benchmark for a very "little" person.
I know...it's hard to feel sorry for very rich people. But I do.
My heart goes out to every little rich boy (and girl...but mostly boys).*
* How sexist...girls can be frivolous air-headed underachievers but not boys?!