I want a trust fund

When I grow up, I want to be blessed with a chip on my shoulder, imbued with a sense of entitlement I've never questioned or lived without. I want a trust fund so I can look down my nose at people who desire money. I want to show my scorn for a poor man's desire by wearing thrift-store clothing ironically. I'll call myself a socialist, a populist. All my friends will be just like me. I want to assume that I am more intelligent than Steve the janitor by virtue of the sort of work I do, nevermind that his mind, unlike mine, is free to think truly original thoughts while he does his work; whereas my mind is occupied trying to figure out new ways to sell the same old shit, office politics, and the bottom line. I'll invent dumpster-diving, train-hopping, international travel, and be the first person in history to discover poetry and nature. I'll buy cases of expensive wine, refuse to cross rivers and train tracks, never leave my neighborhood, call myself a philanthropist, consider graduate school, complain about how hard it is to find good help these days.