Storytime Kiwis,
As my username suggests I played lacrosse in middle school and high school. Now back in the early 2000's lacrosse was not as popular as it is now, thank you MTV Twink Wolf. Such, the predominant amount of players hailed from families that were upper middle class to wealthy. Heck, lacrosse itself is not a cheap sport with the gear alone costing about $250. Want the Boathouse lacrosse jacket the rest of the preppy lacrosse bros wear? $100, please. With it not being that popular, it was and still is relatively cliquish. We train together, play against each other, and hang out together.
Such, we get to know each other pretty well across various teams. That being said, most of those that player are fairly privileged (I promise I am not an SJW or woke). I know players that have an 400 sq. ft. rooms that overlook a nice bay, nature preserve, valley, or ocean. It's not rare to see a few of the players driving a BMW to practice. Nor is it unusually to see a few of them blow a few hundred dollars a month on streetwear. Heck, when I was at Champ Camp, a lacrosse program, in Baltimore on of the parents in finance rented out a few suites at the Marriott for about five days to give the players I went with time to fuck around and explore the city.
So what is the point of my gay ass rambling? They already have lived in a mansion. They already drive expensive cars. Most are expected to go to college and enter finance, law, or medicine. To them a modest house is a step down. It's basically failure. Out of the 20 guys I was close with about eight of them drugged out. (Designer drugs that don't show up on school tests are prevalent.) Another eight of them couldn't take the pressure of an academically demanding school (the drug of choice at those schools was Ritalin) and/or their parents and killed themselves. Another eight entered the legal, finance, C-level corporate field. The last two of just normal working blokes (over $100,000 a year) and I am one of them. Now, of those eight that entered professional careers a conservative estimate is that about 50% are on illicit drugs.
Occasionally, work takes me through one of the cities those eight live in. Just hanging out with them, I view them as soul less. They might not be in a wagie cagie but they are slaves to their jobs. Heck, I think all eight would sell out their grandmother retirement account if they could get more profit. Perhaps, I am not on their level but to me their life is empty and is only filled with the next distraction so they do not realize how utterly devoid of meaning their lives have become.
It's basically drugs, hookers, and booze at the luxury condo payed for by your investment fees.
