Let me tell you about the rich like me. We are different from you. We possess and enjoy early, and it does something to us, makes us soft where your likes are hard, and cynical where you are trustful, in a way that, unless you were born rich, it is very difficult to understand*. We think, deep in our hearts, that we are better than your likes because you had to discover the compensati*ons and refuges of life for yourselves. Even when we enter deep into your world or sink below you, we still think we are better than you. We are different.*
Will this offend someone dearly with questionable past but trying to sort themselves out.