Before I explain this story, I am a middle class american, and I am also rich in Mexico, my ancestral country. Since the American dollar is worth much more than Mexican currency, I can live a life of luxury in Mexico but my parents want to stay in the United States because it is dangerous to be rich in Mexico.
Last year, I went to Mexico City with my siblings. We ate at fancy restaurants, went to the shopping malls, ate at fine bakeries, toured museums, and other activities that regular Mexicans cannot afford. In Mexico City, the rich and poor live together. As I walked in the downtown area of Mexico City, I saw poor couples, they looked happy together. What made me feel terrible was seeing Poor couples my age being intimate in front of me. It was suicidefuel. I was thinking to myself, "I would rather be happy and poor than to be rich and lonely" it didn't matter if I was eating a fancy restaurants or at bakeries or shopping at expensive malls, I have nobody to share my life with. It was brutal touring the city filled with groups of friends, couples hugging and kissing in parks, people smiling and laughing, people dancing to the music, the city had life. I was alone in the crowd. I remember being inside a pastry shop. My brother offered me a a cinnamon churro with 3 flavors of ice cream on top, I said no. I lost my appetite when I sat down in that shop because there were couples all around me, and I was forced to watch. I was filled with rage, my face became red, but I hid my anger from my siblings because I didn't want to ruin their day. I wanted to flip the table and scream at all the rich normie scum bags in the shop and take out my anger on all of them. I am glad that my vacation in Mexico is over, it was unbearable. I'm back to living a middle class life in the United States.
Last year, I went to Mexico City with my siblings. We ate at fancy restaurants, went to the shopping malls, ate at fine bakeries, toured museums, and other activities that regular Mexicans cannot afford. In Mexico City, the rich and poor live together. As I walked in the downtown area of Mexico City, I saw poor couples, they looked happy together. What made me feel terrible was seeing Poor couples my age being intimate in front of me. It was suicidefuel. I was thinking to myself, "I would rather be happy and poor than to be rich and lonely" it didn't matter if I was eating a fancy restaurants or at bakeries or shopping at expensive malls, I have nobody to share my life with. It was brutal touring the city filled with groups of friends, couples hugging and kissing in parks, people smiling and laughing, people dancing to the music, the city had life. I was alone in the crowd. I remember being inside a pastry shop. My brother offered me a a cinnamon churro with 3 flavors of ice cream on top, I said no. I lost my appetite when I sat down in that shop because there were couples all around me, and I was forced to watch. I was filled with rage, my face became red, but I hid my anger from my siblings because I didn't want to ruin their day. I wanted to flip the table and scream at all the rich normie scum bags in the shop and take out my anger on all of them. I am glad that my vacation in Mexico is over, it was unbearable. I'm back to living a middle class life in the United States.
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