Leesburg, FL, USA
I never knew that it was possible to break up with someone without being in a relationship with them in the first place. Somehow, I managed to do it. And it seems like the best friend that I had is fading away, and doesn't care. Life sucks sometimes. Perhaps I will find another confidant. Maybe not. I don't know. Why is it so hard for those who have more to understand that those of us with less can be happy with what we have? This friend of mine isn't even what we would classify as rich. He doesn't own a house. He doesn't have money to burn all the time. He doesn't buy designer clothes or drive flashy cars. He only owns one car. But somehow, because he grew up and lives in a nice neighborhood, and has a car, he doesn't understand how I can be happy living in a lower middle class neighborhood, with no car, relying on the bus for transportation, and rarely ever affording to eat out. Yes, I will always want frivolous things. I will always wish for and want a better life. But that doesn't mean that these are things that I necessarily strive for. The one thing that I strive for above everything else is happiness. And I have that. Yes, I'm going to vent. I'm going to occasionally complain about things in my life that irritate me or stress me out, but that doesn't mean that I'm not generally happy with my life. I am. Why is that so hard to understand?