Happens when you’re insulated from the harsh realities of the world.  I installed garage doors for a few weeks in Sydney’s richest district, the eastern suburbs. It requires a lot of talking to people and spending time on their property. They were fucking weird people. Not relatable on any level. They are wound tight, neurotic and from what I could tell, short on empathy. Most have a tone of contempt and they ALL treat you like YOU are inconveniencing THEM by showing up to fix their shit.  I’ll always remember what my workmate said: “when people don’t have to worry about money (survival), they worry about the weirdest shit”