I came into this life keenly aware of what I didn’t get in the roulette and randomness of birth. I don’t necessarily remember feeling like I was owed bounty and ease, but I certainly recognized that I didn’t have it. What that created in me was a curiosity about those who did. That interest grew into entitlement. Resentment. I don’t know that I was jealous, quite, but it was inequitable to have been born a Have Not, and I knew it.
Today over lunch, I mentioned to a friend how I was always aware, even very young, that I had been robbed. I made it a joke over the years. “I must have been royalty in another life,” I’d say. “I was born to have a staff.”
Somewhere, that “lack” switched.
“Lucky me!” I said today. “For the last few years I’ve noticed how odd it is that I have so little, yet I always have enough. I have what I need, when I need it. Isn’t that lucky?”
“Well, you did that,” she insisted.
“How do you mean?”
“You’re always talking about how best to view things, the gift in this, the lesson in that.”
“I guess I do,” I remembered. “No wonder you call me PollyAnna.”
“No,” she corrected me. “I call you F***ing PollyAnna. I wouldn’t want to piss you off.”
“That’s wise” I agreed. “I do have edge.”
Then, neither of our cards worked to pay the bill. No, really.
I love good friends. I’M RICH.