I’d recently read a post called It’s Not So Easy to be Rich that talked about the difficulties of, you guessed it, being rich.
Being one of the un-rich, I couldn’t help but feel a little happier reading about the unhappiness that comes with richness. Maybe, I thought, being rich just isn’t that great after all. And while I’m not rich, yet, that’s great news to hear.
The fact that this seemed to me a lot like a case of sour grapes didn’t escape me. Am I wrong to feel this way, or is it just a natural response to avoid the pain involved in jealousy?