you sure are rich for an idiot...
the sad part of all this is that you see yourself as a pioneer. you think of yourself as the answer to a parlor question: 'what would you do if you had all the money in the world?'. you see yourself as someone pushing the boundaries of the world, an ayn rand figure, a visionary. you think you're not being selfish, because you're going through an experience no other human has gone through, you are an astronaut suit floating through space in an electric car: empty, aimless, detached, disconnected. you think your legacy is safe, you think history will absolve you. you think too much for an idiot that stumbled upon a fortune. you can't just be rich. you have to see yourself as [g o d h e l p u s a l l] cool? is that it? you want other people to admire you for the things you [i n h e r i t e d b o u g h t o r s t o l e] like you're a very smart boy, a promethean figure showing us what's possible? you're the shittiest kind of nerd: the dumb kind. the little shit with a collection of special interests that was dumped into the same group of nerds that actually had some curiosity for the world. the kind of nerd that tries to befriend bullies to avoid getting his ass kicked, the kind of nerd whose only way to make friends is by making himself bullied to either entice local bullies or to elicit sympathy. money cannot, will not save you from the rotting core of all of this: you want to be like the rest of us when it's convenient to you but, when shit gets tough, you can retreat to your riches and privileges. it's funny in a very macabre way: you think [m a g a] likes you for who you are. you think people like rich assholes purely based in the way they treat them at fancy venues. you think impunity is a distinction and that you can get away with all of this shit because you're pushing boundaries or some self-delusion. i hope your lifestyle kills you before someone does.