Man, some threads touch a collective nerve, don't they?
The "are you afraid to look poor" thread, reminded me of a few embarrassing moments...
But that's the problem. With so much of our money locked away out of sight, people are often under the impression that we are "poor".
So have you ever felt humiliated for living way below your means?
I've never felt humiliated (thanks to a cast-iron ego), but I've often felt surprised & amazed.
The military has its own social status system where you can quickly determine the relative "importance" of a person by the clothes & insignia they wear, as well as their warfare pins & ribbons. Everyone keeps their eyes out for each other. You can literally take one glance at someone, determine who's saluting first, and even recite a one-page description of who they "are", their job, where they're stationed, and where they've been.
So after you retire it's quite a change to go on the same base in slippers, shorts, t-shirt, ponytail, and five-day beard-- and learn that you're invisible. It's even more fun to recognize a shipmate first, say hello to them, and watch their reaction as they have to put you into context.
We drove our ensignmobiles for over a decade of promotions, and inevitably the comments started about "You're making the big officer bucks, you should be able to drive something close to your rank. Are you having money problems?" We finally came up with "Our values are reflected in our net worth, not our cars." At least when I rode my bike I was presumed to be an exercise zealot.
Even here in Hawaii, where everyone dresses like beach bums, we've been pitied. A couple years ago we picked up a Craigslist front-loading washer/dryer set in a nice neighborhood using two cars, driving our car and borrowing a friend's to be able to bring both appliances home together. We were dressed to haul heavy iron, not to impress, so I was wearing "grubbies". We wrestled both appliances into the cars, chatting about how we were going to set them up when we got home and then return the other car, and then I paid the man. He opened the $650 envelope that I'd handed him and gave me $50 back, saying "Merry Christmas!" I returned his good wishes with a big smile-- and beat feet.
I recently met with a venture-capital staff to learn more about their products. They had a tough time deciding whether to treat me like a rich idiot ("Did your accountant tell you to come talk with us?") or a poor one ("Uhm, you know our investments are only suitable for accredited investors, right?"). It was an extremely educational hour, and I even learned a little about investing.
But come on people, Am I the only one living in a city full of jerks?
Yes-- sounds like you need new neighbors and maybe a new set of "friends", too!