So I noticed a recent divergence of viewpoints between a close friend of mine who’s been working in banking since 2008, and myself, who’s been working in, well…
This difference came to my attention when I noticed his FB status retorting angrily on the fact that the media had scapegoated the AIG execs for taking their substantial bonuses after being bailed out.
And here I am, thinkin’, “man I hate those damn rich fat cats who don’t care for us common folk,” bla bla bla. “How dare they take that tax money that I haven’t been paying for the last 3 years — my hard-unearned tax money that I worked so unhard for.”
Good ol’ #####, stander-upper for the common man, the proletariate lover, good ol’ #####.
And then it struck me — I’m standing up for ’em coz I AM ONE OF THEM. I AIN’T GOT NO CASH AND NO ASSETS. I ain’t got shit on me but a half-decent brain, a good amount of heart, and even more debt. Ladies? Anyone? Going twice…
I wonder if this is how my parents started off being hippies… oh noooz I’m reliving their lives!!!
This MBA is starting to look like a worse and worse idea. I’m gonna be paying those damn loans off for a long, long time unless I kill myself. Then my mom gets to pay coz she cosigned. Hah! Vengeance from beyond the grave!
I think a sigh is in order here. Sigh.
K I’ve digressed into self-pity interspersed with moments of self-loathing, as well as a touch of general hatred (slowly seething) for all humanity.
So yea, if things had gone differently, would I be the one who would feel victimized for being blamed for hoarding taxpayer money? Could I be that haughty millionaire, squinting at the rabble through my monocle, while checking the hour on my gold pocket watch, as the world came crashing down around my gold Rolls? That’s an interesting question. I always consider myself highly adaptable mentally — so maybe instead of adapting to my current low-brow everyman syndrome, my mental state of being would be adapted to that fantastical state of being where I might have been a New York banker, complete with bad attitude, loathing for everyone else, M5 and hot blonde girlfriend… ‘cept I prefer brunettes. No gentleman is he, that sitteth here.
Is that really the measure of a man — a car and a girl? Ummm, yeah pretty much. Maybe what video game systems he has as well.
Off-topic once again — so yeah, I could probably see myself in my friend’s shoes, and even thinking along the same lines as my friend. The old capitalistic “It’s mine and I worked hard for it” line was one that I professed to quite strongly way back when (only a freakin’ year ago?!?! It feels like a serious eternity). And still do. I believe very much in the right of an individual to amass as much private wealth as he can. Amass as much wealth as he can, yes. But doesn’t that give one a responsibility to the rest of society to do something good and worthwhile — or at least to help others get the same opportunities?
I guess the table I now sit at is so much lower down than that of those AIG execs, that I’d like to think that had I been in their position, I might have actually felt guilty about taking that money, as the world came crashing down. Or at least been scared of getting caught.
Or I’d like to think that I would feel the same way as I do now even if I sat at the big-papa table, because the values that my “hippy” parents have instilled in me aren’t socialist or capitalist, but… human.
I’d like to think that, anyway.