I have rich friends. It's hard not to in a city that's dripping with oil money. I'm guessing it's even harder to not have a rich friend or two (or five). I guess it's not as drastic as with fur-coated magnates walking into a five-star hotel, while across the street an impoverished family stares at the cement. There still is a noticeable difference. I go to their place more often than they go to mine. Somehow their lives are more easygoing, no matter how much I try to pull off the same. Their pantry is fuller, their houses larger and professionally designed. I'm not bitter, though, because they have good hearts. It is true, they are surrounded by certain spoils (perks? accessories?) that most people would actually have to work for, but they share everything.
For example, Canada Day this year. The day is special enough without the perks and VIP treatment, or for us Snowbirds anyway. My friend with the "connections", well, she got us backstage passes and a rooftop view of the fireworks. The sparklers are still going off.
But don't think I'm ignorant. I do realise this isn't true for everyone in *******, and especially untrue for everywhere else. Not everyone has rich friends.
Am I bitter? No. Am I envious? At times, but then I think how I'm getting along fine without certain desired objects. Am I happy for them? Yes, of course; especially when they don't flaunt their possessions.
So here's to my friends and to hoping they stay kindhearted. Everyone with wealth should look up to them.
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