I like to observe people and I had plenty of time to do so while being ignored sitting on the couch.

Although I was in the living room and the majority of the people were hiding in the kitchen, it was a perfect opportunity to discreetly listen.

Impressions:

–   A good chunk of the conversation was complaining about how good they it.   How good the food is.  How much they press their children.

They complained about taking their children to various practices – which they themselves enrolled them in.   They agonized over the taste of the homemade wine and how much they would drink.  One woman even went as far as to become viably upset at the gas prices.   Her hybrid fuel efficiency made her pay a higher price for gas because the mileage is so great.

Truly, their conversations evolved into a big dick contest.
Who is enjoying life the most through their consumerism and how they had to personally interact with it.

I could see these people easily accepting driverless Ferraris since it’s just too stressful to drive one now.  They would certainly opt for robotic collars to walk their pure-breed dogs.   They wouldn’t want to be exposed to any type of exercise that wasn’t bottled and packaged by a celebrity.

They complained about everything they should be thankful for.
What they have now, although heads and shoulders above most, simply isn’t good enough for them.

I found it pretty perplexing.

These people who read a random Bible verse and prayed before the meal.
I’m sure they attend church every Sunday and donate mindlessly to charities.

“Good” and well-too-do Christians sharing the miseries of life that most of us would accept and enjoy.

I guess it’s easy to say that since I’m on the bottom tier.

But, if I had a child, could afford to enroll her in soccer and gymnastics, I think I would be grateful that I could afford opportunities to my child that I never had.  I would doubly grateful that I could attend games, meetings, and not rely on others for transportation.

If I had the time, ability, and knowledge to make a good bottle of wine, I would not complain about the quality of it.

Since I don’t have such luxuries and support, their shared dissatisfaction with life and liberty was way over my head.

I guess I just ‘don’t understand.’

Apart of me feels like this is a bit cruel.   Everyone has the opportunity and privilege to complain.  It’s part of the human condition.  As soon as we’re born what we think and what it is begins to differ.

But the marathon between the six people to escalate how inconvenient their comfortable lives are….  I don’t have the mental perplexity for it.   Furthermore, I choose not to.

I can be thankful that I’m not like them and never will be.