My first 7 years out of high school was in the military. I didn't have any credit cards because no one would give me credit. It was frustrating to wait to have cash to buy anything that was of value; a throw rug for example. $50 took me 2 or 3 months to save for. I had no idea how to save, we were in survival mode. Especially when I was deployed. My wife would go live with her parents, which sucked. They thought I was a deadbeat. Remember back then, no one thanked me for my service, let alone respect the assignments we were performing. I got lucky when I got out, after a few jobs in technology, I got hired on at the local electric company, union job, contract and the pay/benefits/pension was a mindblower. I've always said that it was better than winning the lottery because I enjoyed the work and it paid so well. An older employee recommended I start investing in an IRA. He explained why, even though I had a generous pension and only 29 years old. My motto has always been; take advice when you ask for it and only ask for it from people you respect. I took his advice and was FI by the time I was 45. After retiring at 55, I found no one, zero people, who would ever become financially independent. I learned to shut my pie hole when it came to explaining how I got lucky. People were jealous, some angry even, that they were smarter, more intelligent than me and I somehow was unscrupulous in gaining my wealth because surely, no one with my education, employment background should be able to be FI at my age. I eventually quit telling people I was retired and let them think I was an independent consultant for military contractors and I wasn't at liberty to go into details. After a while, I realized I didn't want to socialize with people I had to lie to in order to be accepted. I know other people; neighbors, church attendees, etc. but not so much I'd call them friends that you have over weekends for BBQ and a beer, or a quick call to come lend a hand when you have a 2 man job and need some help, or to borrow a tool.
Younger generations treat me like I'm a fossil and patronize me, humor me and call me 'pops' not out of respect, but as a slander. A common term, I'm sure you've heard it too, O.K. Boomer. Especially frustrating when they whine that we had it easy, they have it tough and are not at all interested in learning what I know to get to where I am. Afterall, it didn't take any effort like they have to do. So I keep my mouth shut, including or should I say, especially when it comes to politics.