See, I'm not doing so bad...

Was puttering around BlogExplosion.com (desperately trying to drum up some interest in my poor little blog -- not that it's terribly interesting, but I like to think it's not entirely void of personality) when someone had posted a link to the Global Rich List.

Now, the person who posted said link remarked on how they were the something-somethingth richest person in the world.

With me, the site tried a different tactic:

"You are in the top 12.79% richest people in the world. There are 5,232,238,033 people poorer than you.

How do you feel about that? A bit richer, we hope. Please consider donating just a small amount to help some of the poorest people in the world."

So yes, by worldwide standards, I'm doing very well for myself. But in Canada, making well under $20,000 a year (not including the 17% deducted for income taxes), living in the most expensive city in the country and thousands upon thousands of dollars in debt? Not so much.

I'm not doing so shit hot. So thanks for trying to make me feel guilty about being "wealthy" when I have exactly $13 in my bank account -- and absolutely nothing in my bloody wallet.

And it does make me feel bad. But also angry, in much the same way that homeless folk ask me for change instead of the obviously well-off suit that just zipped by...

Because I'm a sucker. And I am just too damn nice sometimes.

Sometimes it would be nice just to switch off the "nice" button. Just for a little while. I think I could benefit from being a bastard for a bit. And then maybe I could enjoy not giving a shit. (Not permanently, mind. Just for a little while.)