A while back, someone said something to this effect (I can’t recall the specific wording): “Calling our place a mansion – that’s not nice / fair”

This person lives in 5-6 bedroom house, with at least 2 receptions, multiple bathrooms and a humongous garden – all for two adults and a kid. In London. Not in the Australian outback, or the wildernesses of Wyoming, Montana, or Alaska

I was stunned. Just HOW disconnected can one be??!! I had no words, have no words. The level of entitlement and disconnection. I just can’t compute. Like. WOW. Just WOW. 

It boggles the mind. My mind. 

I suppose because I lived for years with 2 adults, 2 kids and 2 cats in a one-bedroom flat with a wall bed the living room (my choice, and I don’t regret it), that this view particularly astounds me.

I don’t dislike wealthy people. Hell, I aspire to be wealthy (Some would argue I’m already wealthy. But it doesn’t feel so in the context of London’s high cost of living, with two kids).

But may I never be such an entitled, disconnected, inconsiderate, arseholic… person. (fucking basic b*tch!)

I just don’t understand some perspectives and choices some times. Boggles the mind. But hey, different strokes for different folks. And I’m all about freedom of choice.

On the other end of the spectrum, this weekend, I came across a man who used to be on universal credit. We spoke briefly, and he likened universal credit to Nazism. I really don’t understand his point of view either, but didn’t want to get into a discussion. I’m sure he’ll think I’m disconnected, and get agitated. So I tried to do my vaguely smiley polite thing and extract myself, while AJ also tried to move it along.

I guess one’s perspective really depends on the specific individual vantage point. Experiences, circumstances.