Talk about envious.
Well I’m prolly one of the only people who’ve posted here who can relate to the thread title.
Does money change a person? Yes it does. I’ve noticed a LOT of people have been wanting to be my friend more and more, and because of that I’ve put more of a guard up. I really don’t associate with more people than I did before I had shit. I have to do a double take every time I meet someone new, and sort of put them through their paces to see if they’re worth keeping around as someone I can hang out with. I’ve bought myself some toys as everyone knows, and they’ve drawn quite the attention, which really isn’t what I was going for, but it’s a biproduct of it all. I have two sought after cars, one being rare as fuck in America, and it draws a lot of positive and negative attention. For example, I was driving home from the lot tonight, and I noticed the same set of headlights have been behind me for a while. I started taking the backroads and seeing if they were really following me. I’m still not positive if they were, but I was pretty paranoid.
I didn’t buy the cars to get girls, I could get them before I had anything. I’ve always liked sluts, many can concur.
I’ve also become a little more frugal as far as spending:income ratio goes. When I was working at AAP making $13 an hour, I was living way beyond my means. It’s just the lifestyle I’ve chosen. I’ve been given a rare opportunity and was forced to make sacrifices I would never have imagined, and I sitll feel I wasn’t compensated enough. I’d give everything back for my vision back. On the other hand, my grandfather passed away about 18 months ago and it made me think about a lot of things. He was always like “if you got it, use it. You can’t take it with you when you die.” So I’ve also been keeping that in mind. He always said to me that I sohuld always treat myself whenever. When I was younger I didn’t have a whole lot, and my parents never bought me shit except school clothes, nothing more. I worked around the house to get an allowance, and paid my grandparents back for buying my first car for me. I know I’m going off on a tangent here, but it just makes me think a lot.
As for friends and such… I’ll always know who my true friends are… The ones that were there before the money, before the eye infection, before I could drive. Those will be the friends I will hang on to for good. And yes, Vlad is included in that group. Although I may not hang out with them as much, I know I’ll always be good friends with them through thick and thin.