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There is something to be said for the upper middle boy who fails. You know the one Going through his twenties Supported by his parents but can’t commit to a job if it killed him. If his father had more connections he would get him one but he is not as rich as he seems to many. He turns to rebellion and escape rather than work and reality. He feels empathy toward every living being. Even if they hurt him. The poor man who fails was expected to fail. Going through his twenties his family life was hard, he was battered and ill fed. His anger toward the way he was brought up causes him harm. He commits violent crimes using his past as an excuse. He has to work two jobs both of which he struggles at yet his bosses let it slide due to his situation. The upper middle boy is spit at by everyone he once loved. He is judged by every class as bad individual. Including the poor man who fails. “Why isn’t he successful? His life was fine.” These are the kind of people the poor man who fails hates. The poor man who succeeds, dawned in his fur coat, spits his golden tooth at the upper middle boy’s face. He would beat him up but he has people to do that for him now. The rich man from his large isolated tower may even give money to the poor man who fails (though probably not) but the upper middle boy has to pay the rich man. The boy’s father sanity dwindling reluctantly provides the money yet again. The upper middle class man who succeeds stays in his cubicle aware of the situation the boy is in but does not do a thing. The upper middle class man somehow envies the upper middle boy as the cubicle has not sucked his empathy away. The boy weeps on his potential to change. “Why isn’t he successful? His life was fine.” What was his life like? I bet you don’t even know? All he knows is that he is a failure and he always will be. He does not see room for change he has already failed himself. There is no improvement only downfall. Be nicer to him or he’ll vote Trump.