I am His Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
This is bad on several levels. For one thing, many of these people are reasonably nice. I feel like I am projecting my own prejudices on them. Deep down in my heart, I guess I believe that it is really hard to be this wealthy without taking advantage of others. Perhaps it is still some vestige of childhood indoctrination. Then there is also the fact that my constitution is so different from that of a mover and shaker, a businessman, a barterer, a salesman. I am an engineer, a philosopher, a navel-gazer.
I think this will probably hurt my family in the long run. These communities seem to thrive on connections. Knowing the right people seems to be very important. And frankly, sucking up is expected.
Some say it is a learned behavior - like manners. You need to practice it to get good at it. Yet, I cannot force myself to engage in it - some inexorable force drives me to rebel, to withdraw, to stick to stupid, windmill-charging ideals. Shigata ga nai.