Why Respect, High Class, and Fancy?

Why do people want respect, to be high class and fancy? Why would it matter? Is the feeling of being better than others? Or is more of the feeling that everyone trust and thinks highly of you? Could it be just for the attention? But what if its for the feeling of innocents?

As a child we are all innocent of want goes on in this world, but as we get older we start to fall, or from another’s perspective to grow up. We start to curse, drink, smoke, hate, ect. All these things pushing us away from our innocents. Making us less and less creditable to the world around us.

Look at a small child and compare this child to a hobo whacked out on cocaine. You see the child in its state of full potential and how unknowing it is to the evils that this world has to offer. Then you glance at this druggy lost in its own world. You discredit this person for everything they have ever fine and you cast them aside with judgement. Nobody wants to be that hobo. Nobody wants to be looked upon already knowing that people don’t like them.

We all want that innocents. That feeling of purity, of knowing that you looked at the bad in this world and said no then stood firm in your decision. We go astray though. We all do, I know I have. I embrace the evils of this world at times, but I find safety in the fact I can have respect, high class, and fanciness.

In spite of the cursing and acts that are frowned upon by society, I can throw on a top hat with a fancy jacket, slacks, and dress shoes and I am reborn. I come to this state of purity, though not perfect, but enough for others to take notice. People start to think highly of you seeing you with a sense of seeing bad times and making the right choices, not falling prey to all the distracting noise of this world.

Why do I choose to be, look, and act respectful, high class, and fancy? Because I stand out from the crowd and because I retain a sense of my innocents. Something I lost and would love to have back.

That is why I think people choose respect, high class, and fancy.

Sitting in my parents backyard. I was bemoaning the fact that my bike had a flat and that I would need a ride to school the next day to avoid walking a mile and ahalf. My dad said I would have to walk because he walked to school. My grandmother was lounging on a chaise , sipping her afternoon sherry. I asked her about dad walking to school because I caught a grin on her face.
Grandmother said no my dad never walked to school either the chauffeur or the butler drove him. Dad had a fit. Grandmother and I laughed.
I was raised poor and still am. I may have money later. I have a certain respect in circles. I married a poor man even though avenues were wide open to me. I have experianced the best of the best. I prefer where I am. Too much shit is required from being at the top. Be who you are, pretense disapoints. Wealth ain’t all good.

So the cops don’t fuck you over. If I am homeless, I just target the looks of the most affluent around me. Takes alot of effort, but police treat you nice, whereas otherwise they would beat you and sodomize you with their nightsticks, and give you unwarranted criminal records so you can never work again, because you exist … minus house. It’s really bad for people to do without houses, as local governments get their taxes from people living in houses. Therefor, it’s expected overtime for such a situation to be ostrichized and even criminalized, which is absurd.

So now that I am housed, I am a knuckle dragger. Course and abrasive… because I can be. In truth, I have more class than most people… it’s not the wealth, by the way of meeting life. You should be able to tell who is high class or low class even if externally in low context situations. Women are aware of this, and mimick the fuck out of higher economic classes externally when traveling or socializing. Nice clothes means a nice woman, nice hair means a nice woman. Nicely prepared makeup… nice woman. Nevermind she lives in squalor and is a alchoholic who has 3 DUIs. The formulizations of culture- where it is easily recognized, is a shallow mimick, similar to being a Mime pulling a non-existant rope. I do it for self defence, not because I delight in it. The need for eclectic culture, of meeting challenges with a cultured and knowing mind- that’s considerably different though. We’re all playing to a larger and poorly known social expectation for how the best of us actually do think, by monkeying them. It’s funny and sad, but once realized expected. Once this is understood, it can be exploited for the good of others.

Hey, I feel like you missed my point. I was getting more at the fact why people choose to be high class over low. Your point is totally legitiment, but just not what I was getting at.

I don’t really care about being respected, but I do enjoy fancy stuff. I mean, when your sheets are a higher thread count, they feel better on your skin. When your coffee beans are the more expensive ones, they taste more robust and satisfying, when your shoes are better made, they’re more comfortable. I don’t know about the high class thing, unless you mean it to mean “has good manners and can behave in a polite society”, which is what I usually take class to mean. I don’t see what’s wrong with wanting to behave in a polite society and have manners.

That is true, but I think it’s still possible to tell the difference - from behavior. High class people, or people with money, are usually generous and easy-going. Low-class people pretending to be high-class are usually stingy (when tipping, for example-and if they do tip well, they make a big deal/show out of it). Low-class people want to get more bang for every penny they have and will be picky with everything (micro-managing everything). They will tend to fret over little/petty stuff and will even attempt to bargain an already-low price down.

Because it’s important that the mirror image be much larger than the reality within until we’ve reached self-awareness…
the Ego in conflict with the true self.

LOL true one of our dogs thinks she is a Rottie while being a small terrier, she attacks the larger dogs at whim. A couple of little cats think they are much bigger and badder then they are, no matter how many times they lose a fight, they get up and go at the next big cat when the unprovoked mood strikes. Humans are no different, we like to pretend.