When I was in college I had a roommate who came from an upper-middle class background but she grew up in an upper class community so when she was little she pretended to be wealthy. Of course, since her family had a very nice and spacious home with a decent yard, nice cars and excellent manners and education it wasn’t too difficult. It also didn’t hurt that she was pretty, thin, elegant, intelligent and a talented equestrian. But, she told me that by high school she had matured past that phase. She had realized how foolish and dishonest it was to both try to deceive people and to think it’d not be obvious she was lying after a while.

Not being one to pretend such things, I cannot entirely understand the thought process that goes into that. But…I can see how in her case it made sense, especially given her age. And she really was so close to being genuinely wealthy that she could make it work. As a sensitive, slightly mischievous and curious child it was too tempting not to, I guess. She was just trying to fit in and make friends.

And actually, I’d say that many people even would call someone with what she had “rich”. But of course, she was pretending to be one of the girls who has the lovely stable with the horse in it. And by horse I do not mean an “Old Paint”. Old Paint was a horse one of my great uncles rescued (he had other horses) from a glue factory and let run free on his land before the horse died.

No, my dear friend in college pretended to be the girl who had the shining, desirable and expensive horse. The sort of horse people paint pictures of that end up in the best museums.

But anyway and again, that’s not what her family had despite their beautiful and fairly new home with a gorgeous navy blue walled formal dining room with impeccably chosen Ralph Lauren stylings, a large yet cozy family room with fireplace, six bedrooms, one great room, a beautiful kitchen, two bathrooms and etc. No. There are some people who are wealthy. She was trying to seem like one of them. *smile*

But again, when a child does it fairly innocently and doesn’t cause any harm it’s almost endearing. Isn’t it? It’s imaginative.

…I just wonder why some adults still do it. Or at least why they stretch the truth so much.

I mean, I’ve had those variety of folks try to “call me out” for doing it myself because they were guilty of it *rolling eyes* and I had made the foolish mistake of first “calling them out” because they were also often aggressively and consistently competitive. So, I suppose I should understand the type of person who likes to “put on airs” of some variety by now from the plethora of experiences I’ve had. Well, at least to some degree. But I don’t. I don’t get them.

Again, I understand my friend from college. People who just want to fit in with “their betters” but don’t mean to hurt anyone make a lot of sense. Those are often people who love beauty and aspire “to be something”. I can relate to that to some degree. But I don’t get the “Hyacinth Buckets”. I’m her opposite, I’ve come to suspect. My whole family is. Awkwardly so at times, I’d argue at this point. Although some of us seem less naïve than others, thankfully. (Note for those who can barely read and are hateful: Many are upper class or upper middle by birth, marriage and their own hard work. Marriage because people who are similar tend to marry each other. That’s not a conspiracy and it often works that way for everyone. But, I’m likely the only one in my family who would discuss any of this in any way openly. At least nowadays.)

Still, Hyacinth fascinates me.

Hyacinth is so blindly and passionately optimistic. And she always seems headed somewhere grand, exciting and fun. Those are all admirable traits. I try to be hopeful but I’ve never managed her certainty in that regard except on rare occasions. I hope to someday understand what makes the people her character was mocking and parodying tick. And I mean that in a genuinely positive way.

And that’s the last I’ll write of class on this blog.

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