This pretty much mirrors my experience. The following may seem coldhearted, evil, or misguided, but it's the truth. After high school I wasn't making a ton of

This pretty much mirrors my experience. The following may seem coldhearted, evil, or misguided, but it's the truth. After high school I wasn't making a ton of money, so moved back to near where I grew up, which was a very cheap place to live. After 2 years, I'd had it. I told my wife "I...I just hate poor people, I can't take it anymore." Maybe hate is too strong a word, but it was a feeling of constant frustration. People constantly fighting, littering, driving drunk into mailboxes, etc. When I first moved in, I felt sorry for a few of the folks, including my neighbors. But for the squalor they lived in, they made sure to sit outside blasting shitty music off their new model iphones. By the time I moved out, I had a very different view of the world, and a 'you reap what you sow' attitude.