Silver Spoon

When I was younger, especially during my teenage years, I have always had this wish that I was born from a rich family. If we were rich, I wouldn't have to worry about having only minimal allowances. I would have new clothes every week, a high-end cellphone, go to hot spots to go on gimmicks with friends, be in a nicer house and do all the things that a teenager would do.

However, I was not. I wouldn't say that we were poor and I was a very unfortunate person, but I would have had the best things in life.

Now, as I look back on those days, I begin to realize that there is a reason for all of those. In my new work, I have two new workmates that came from a rich background. Both graduated from College of St. Benilde. One was from the south and the other one from the wealthy part of Mandaluyong. Both have cars and both have, you know, likes and interests that are very different from mine.

We clicked though, but I am still cautious of things because I know that there is a difference between us that sort of creates this animosity within me. I have nothing against these people born with a silver spoon in their mouths but I try to gauge the level of closeness that I create with them for reasons that I don't know of. I think I'm just being silly in this part.

I am not judging these two new found "friends" of mine but based on what we have shared within the past month that we have known each other, I am guessing that these people have not even touched a broom once in their lives. Let alone experience that hardships that I had to go through growing up without money. This is just a hypothesis and this hypothesis is based from what I have observed and what I know of people having the same background as they do. I am not being judgmental here but I a just stating something I have observed.

Anyway, back to my story. I am glad that I was not born rich. For if I was, I would not have known how to take care of myself and manage a home. Today, I just finished doing two weeks of laundry, and I am proud of myself for doing so because if I have been born rich, my mother would not have asked me to wash my own clothes or cook the meal for dinner, do the dishes and all sorts of household chores that I know many of us have dreaded to do when we were younger.

Because of the training back at our humble home with few money, non-state-of-the-art appliances and no air-conditioning, I wouldn't have made it for the five years of my life that I have lived on my own. Although I live with a partner in a pseudo-married state, sharing tons of work at home is still a big responsibility.

I thank my parents for not being rich and for not letting me grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth for I wouldn't have made it to where I am today, taking care of myself and a someone special.

As for my new "friends," being able to see them in an independent state just like I did, would be a very nice thing to see, so as to disprove my hypothesis that people like them are different from people like me.