That's kind of the point, too... I don't really like the idea of living rich since I made the personal pledge to stay poor. My husband wishes to go back to middle class life. Only if we stay in the middle-middle.
No lower-upper class or upper-middle class, anymore. Too few nice ones, there. Then you have to live the double-life. Where ONE good friend is friends with nothing but assholes... so we hang with different crew... and your ONE good friend thinks your WHOLE crew is the enemy. And your crew hates them, too.
Brainwashing, in action... in the form of tradition. If your traditions define you; then you have no control over your life! What a sad way to meander through existence... hoping that you measure up to some already devised goal; of which you have no say...
If, like me, you disagree with teachings... you are branded badly by your own mother and most of the people you have ever known. And the real reason that they despise me so? Because I refuse to be controlled. I want to be good and happy.
I want the people I spend time with to enjoy that bit of existence that had with me. even if I meet them only once. If I have a way to help them with a question they've been nagging themselves with--and they use it--I've potentially fixed their life in one way or another. What if my chance encounter lead them down the road to a happier life, forever?
And my family and friends call me strange, stupid, and rude solely due to self-expression. Not all of them. Not my dad. Some of my aunts, uncles, and cousins are really awesome. But I didn't get to connect with them, much.
I hope they join the movement rather soon.
No, really, this will bring about world peace!