• bobs_monkey@lemmy.zip
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    And then there’s the good chance you grow up an entitled, spoiled brat, so is it really worth it? On the off chance you don’t, maybe.

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    You’re lucky if you have well-off parents and live in a wealthy place. You’re lucky if you’re born healthy and grow up healthy. You’re lucky if you were born to to be the kind of person who works hard to achieve your goals. Alternatively, you’re lucky if you were born to be the kind of person who decides to change and work hard to achieve your goals.

    What I’m saying is that it all comes down to luck, so you might as well head to a casino and bet it all on red. Even if you lose everything, maybe there’s a parallel universe where you won 10 times in a row.

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    Doesn’t work for long though. First gen makes it, second gen saves it, third blows it. Seen this IRL a time or two. Only the seriously wealthy families, the real dynasties, hang in across many generations.

    Even so, heard much from the DuPonts, Carnegies, Roosevelts, Astors, Vanderbuilts, Rockefellers, et al? They have things named after them because they threw down the money for a legacy. I think they knew how ephemeral their wealth would be.

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    My own bit of personal luck is a father who was a professor. Free college tuition, which is really nice because I haven’t used that degree for fucking shit

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    Where your eyes don't go a part of you is hovering
    It's a nightmare that you'll never be discovering
    You're free to come and go or talk like Kurtis Blow
    But there's a pair of eyes in back of your head
    
    Every jumbled pile of person has a thinking part that wonders
    What the part that isn't thinking isn't thinking of
    Should you worry when the skullhead is in front of you
    Or is it worse because it's always waiting where your eyes don't go?
    
    Where your eyes don't go a filthy scarecrow waves its broomstick arms
    And does a parody of each unconscious thing you do
    When you turn around to look it's gone behind you
    On its face it's wearing your confused expression
    Where your eyes don't go