I worked for a 2nd Gen plutocrat for a while. It was fascinating to watch him get visibly agitated and distressed when reality refused to obey his whims. The or

I worked for a 2nd Gen plutocrat for a while. It was fascinating to watch him get visibly agitated and distressed when reality refused to obey his whims. The ordinary attitude of "hmm, well that didn't work, let's try something else" had to first get over the petulance and anger at the universe for not doing what he wanted. As much as being that rich is obviously a blessing, it's also a curse. I'm grateful for my privileges, but also my lack of such extreme privilege.