So I got a hold of a copy of every single Studio Ghibli movie. I watched 2 today: Kiki's Delivery Service and Howl's Moving Castle. I think I understand why Miyazaki is so beloved. His detailed fantasy worlds are very believable, and are quite imaginative and immersive. Nothing much is to be said of Howl's Moving Castle. It's pretty much your standard fantasy anime. Whimsical and heartfelt at the same time. What I want to talk about is Kiki's Delivery Service.
The reason why that movie got to me was because it visited a theme that is always on my mind: The difference in the lives between the affulent people and the rest of the working class and poor people. The anime clearly demonstrates the rift between Kiki, who's very nice and well mannered, and the rich, affluent kids/folks of the ocean side town, who were portrayed as bratty. The affluent people always seemed to be preoccupied with having parties, and doing leisurely activities, while we see poor Kiki having to bust her ass to make a few dollars so she doesn't have to eat pancakes all the time. I felt... rage? Indignation? Not sure, but it didn't feel comfortable, that's for one thing.
This one particular scene got to me. It's when Kiki was delivering the Herring Pie made by the friendly grandmother. When Kiki arrived with the pie to the big ass mansion, the grandkid opened the door, and immediately you could tell she was snobby as fuck and stuck up. Good job Miyazaki for portraying it so well. I really appreciate his work after this movie. He just portrays the human emotion/nature so well in his animes. Anyway, back to that scene, I didn't think it was fair that Kiki, who was such a nice girl, had to basically fight to survive, while that stuck up bitch just talks shit about her grandma and her Herring Pie, and is enjoying the finer things in life.
But, now that I'm 23, I know that the stuck up bitch will either end up poor after she uses up all her family's money after her parents grow old and die, or she'll remain rich and remain useless if she's not able to use up the cash in her parents' bank account. Kiki, on the other hand, is offering a unique service to the community. She has no competition, so she has monopoly on the market. I am not sure if her service has an equal substitute. Maybe the deliveries could have been made by car, but the city is full of rich folk, and nothing stops them from paying top dollar to get shit sent around fast. Perhaps as Kiki gets older, she'll realize that she can expand her business model, and start offering other services to the community, and leveraging her witch powers to the max. I'm pretty damn certain she's gonna climb up the ranks and will eventually become a rich witch aristocrat of the city. Hopefully her heart will remain pure and uncorrupted by the money.
Two tickets to Cirque du Soleil + Bouquet of roses + Beautiful sunset + Probably fancy dinner in Yaletown. Total Price: $145*2 + $60 + $60*2 = $470 (Or $720 total if VIP tickets were purchased instead of just regular front row seats, which is a high, HIGH possibility. I mean, if I was rich, the difference between $145 and $270 is not much. I'd ball out because I'm trying to court the girl, and I'd go with the VIP tix. I mean, if I was gonna go the extra mile and buy $60 roses, why not just add another $250 and get the VIP experience for Cirque du Soleil? I mean, I wouldn't have to put any extra effort in at all. I'd just have to purchase different tickets, that's all.)
Result: Got the girl.
Trip to Lighthouse Park + snacks + Milestones.
Total Price: $15 + $20*2 = $45
Result: Didn't get the girl.
Conclusion: Money is correlated with success in courting. Sample size of 1 is not enough to draw a conclusion. More samples are required.
This is just one out of a billion reasons why I need to get rich or die trying.
When I'm sitting in front of the TV with my future family, and a commercial comes on about cheap vacations to places like Spain or France, I don't want to hear my family say, "That looks fun. I wish we could do that.", which really translates to, "I wish we had enough money to partake in that activity, yet still have enough money for daily living expenses plus longer term financial commitments like the mortgage, car insurance, piano fees for the kids, etc etc. But alas, we can't, because we don't have enough. Therefore I have a longing to do the activity."
That really bums me out. I'd feel like a failure because I can't provide my family with what they want.
Instead, what I want to hear is, "Oh, we should do that next year!" or "Oh, remember when we went on that trip 3 years ago?"
Now, I know what you're thinking. Convolutionx, you can't always provide your family with everything, or else they'd grow up as ingrates and not appreciate what they have, and they'll be spoiled. Actually, I plan to constantly remind them how tough life really is by volunteering at a soup kitchen as a family like once a month to remind ourselves of our good fortune, plus I'll think of other stuff to do that will make them remember their fortunate position in life.
I also want their lives to be limited by their imagination, and not by money. If they have a dream or passion, I want them to pursue it, instead of having to worry about money.
Actually, that might be a lie. I might want my son, or daughter if I have no son, to carry on the family legacy and to secure a good life for my future generations down the line...
Which would be bad if all my kids wanted to do was to become something useless like a painter...
Hmmmm.
All in all, money makes the world go round. I'll get some one day. I swear to all the gods of new and old.
Been a while since I was active on my blog. Been pretty productive and active lately. Let's see, from the last time I recorded down my life til now, I visited profs and asked em about potential futures of biochem kids, did lots of hiking, badminton, went on an Xcape adventure, and went on an actual date with Ms. Zun. Also picked up some library books and right now I'm trying to learn how to code in Python. Going on another hike tomorrow, and then movies and dinner at Olive Garden. Damn, jam packed, now that I look back on things. It's great! But why am I depressed as fuck? Ah, I remember...
If you've been following my blogs n crap, you'd probably know why. It's about my position in life, my goals, and the big, vast, yawning chasm that's in between the two. Alright, just a warning for the grammar OCD folks out there, my writing is going to get really unstructured, and is just going to be a continuous stream of rambling.
The date didn't go as planned. I did this thing that might have been too much. I basically held Ms. Zun's hand, looked her in the eyes, and told her that she was smart, pretty, nice, and I would love if she'd go on a first date with me. I had a waitress play the soundtrack of The Heirs on my phone as I said the stuff. The song was "Moment" by some dude in 2AM. Ms. Zun luckily didn't run away lol. Looking back, I realized she's super conservative when it comes to those things, and it might have been too much. But we then had a normal conversation, just like we did on Facebook. We had some nice chats, but I guess it could have been better. I wasn't at my A game that day. Plus, I had to eat, so I couldn't really talk. Ms. Zun finished early and I had to play clean up. My mouth was occupied, and thus, I couldn't hold a decent convo without spitting food everywhere. Now I learned my lesson. Screw a meal for the first date. It should be coffee. Learn from me, folks.
Anyway, she is as wonderful as I imagined her to be. She came across as a very demure person. Comes from a wealthy family, grew up fricking sensible, grounded mature, down to earth. Amazing, really. Had all the materials of being those materialistic Chinese girls, but didn't turn out so. Thank the Lord. Anyway, so I have determined that she is definitely worth pursuing, and the TL;DR of a part of our discussion was that she has a very high standard of how she wants to live (lol, I know, seems like it goes against what I just said moments ago, but she's not into the name brand and stuff like that, I think what she meant was just being able to do things that made her happy, which I'm pretty sure, from judging her character, is not going out and buying a shit tonne of shoes and bags). And that's why she wants to become an Occupational Therapist, because she wants to make the money herself to support her intended lifestyle. Good on her, making her own money instead of relying on a dude for the money.
The thing that bothered me was the fact that my plan didn't work. With my South Western training, I wanted to secure the sale for the 2nd meet up. And for that, I planned on being assumptive, and I handed her my phone and told her to pick a day she wanted to meet up. She handed me back my phone without picking a day, and I don't know what she said next, because my brain froze. I think she said something about que sera sera, and we should just see what happens... I was in shock. What? Southwestern assumptiveness... failing? What kind of world was I living in? I mean, just moments ago the assumptiveness allowed me to hold her hand and say the stuff I needed to say to her... but now it's failing? Does she not want to see me anymore?
My mind went into overdrive, thinking of all the different possible reasons why I failed. And because of that failure, the date overall felt like a failure. I was pretty much in shock all the way home, driving. Cool side note, I saw my very first highway accident / entire highway closure incident. I took pics and vid, and posted em online, but I decided against it, and took it down. Tasteless, to post up pics of other people's misfortunes, even though imo, it's kinda cool to be a first hand witness to something that you always hear on the radio and TV, but never happens to you in real life. So I got out of my car, walked to the scene, took pics, realized there was no way traffic will move soon, so I did a U-turn and drove until I reached a patch of grass that separated the highway from another part of the highway that wasn't blocked. I waited until a pick up truck drove across the grass first before I did it. I didn't want to be the first guy to drive on the grass and get stuck in mud or something, so I let someone else be the guinea pig.
Anyway, so back to Ms. Zun. I might have came on too strongly, so at the end of the "date", I didn't even go for the hug. I just said goodbye and left, decimated, deflated, dejected, and defeated. But I still haven't given up though. I am gonna pursue her until she either tells me straight up to get the fuck outta here, or she becomes my gal. There is no middle ground here. Too bad for her, I got an unwavering determination. I think I'm going to plan to ask her again next week, when things have settled down. Man, and she told me she was playing an Inception song, so I was like, hmmm, that's a good song, maybe I should play it too. I msged her today with a pic of a score I found of Mind Heist, which I included two of the five sheets just for your viewing pleasure.
I asked if her score had the double quadruple Fortes at the end... and she saw the message, and she didn't reply back, even til now, like 8 hours later or w.e. Now I'm thinking... did I creep her out when I wanted to play the same song? I mean, it's a great song right? It's like, if she played Fur Elise, doesn't mean I can't play it too and like it too right? Fur Elise itself is objectively a great piece. But whatever, maybe my interpretations are misconstrued. Crappiest thing is that I triple messaged her without her replying back once, on two separate times. That's pretty much #needy shit right there, but I thought we were elevated beyond the timing thing. I guess I gotta play the timing game again, and not msg her tmrw... or not msg her at all until she messages me back, or until 2 days time... whichever comes first. Sigggghhhhhh.
This is kinda defeatist talk right now, but if I don't manage to pull in this great Marlin, the greatest Marlin i've seen in all of my 23 years of life, it would be a giant loss... but there will also be a gain too. I know that fricking amazing girls do exist, and I am NEVER gonna lower my standards. I realize my standards are obtainable, thanks to Ms. Zun, the living breathing unicorn/marlin.
That was yesterday. Today, my family had a dinner, and we got to talking about money, and I just got so depressed. I do want to make the money to be able to support everyone, but I don't know how. I do want to make the money so later on I can marry a person like Ms. Zun and make sure she's happy. My parents questioned my motive about wanting to get rich. They think I want to drive the Ferrari, and live in a $5 mil mansion. I'm like, no man, I want to give my kids a $40k per year education at the finest schools. I want them to join hockey, ballet, piano, Chinese school, etc, etc. And then they understood my reason. I also told them I wanted to make a dynasty. I want to create an empire. I wanted the wealth of the Xie clan to grow and multiply throughout the generations. I think my parents think I'm crazy now tbh lololol. Whatever. Cool thing is I'm opening up to my parents, and they're opening up to me. Never happened before. Maybe they realize I'm starting to think like an adult? I dunno. Maybe I still think like a kid because I want to be wealthy, but I think my reasons for doing so are sound and logical, so I don't think I think like a kid.
All in all, I still have a will to fight and make something of myself, and so I haven't lost hope yet. Where there's a will, there's a way, right? Side note, my mom bothers me. She doesn't appreciate how hard I try in life, it's ridiculous. I haven't even relaxed all semester, and so far this last semester, I got 91%, 92%, and an 83%. Believe me, I tried fucking hard. And now that school's out, I'm relaxing and watching Immortal Songs 2.
It's a show where the biggest singers in the Korean Pop scene battle it out, singing popular oldies. The level of singing is amazing. I particularly enjoyed this song I linked above: "인연", or "Fate". It's very beautiful, and it's about my situation. I think I might have described this song here. So I'm watching this, and my mom comes into my room and is like, "Sigh, you're watching this stuff all the time (not true, not all the time), if only you spent your energy on school instead (which I did, because I got 90%+ for 2 of my courses this past sem). You don't even worry about your future, do you? (Which I absolutely fucking do, hence this entire blog). I don't even bother explaining this to her, it's pointless. She see's me on the computer studying, and she's like, you're always playing games on the computer. Makes me sooooo angry. I haven't even played games heavily since... a year ago? Last time I played was just a short one, The Walking Dead, Season 2 Episode 2. And my mom always says, you need to go out and exercise more! And it's ridiculous, because I've been going to play badminton like twice a week, I got jogging almost everyday since finals was over, I went hiking twice last week and again tomorrow. I mean, this is ridiculous! How the hell am I the black sheep of the family? Well, that's what I feel like. When was the last time I heard praise from her? Nope, can't remember. But she's lucky that I still love her because I recognize her sacrifice for the betterment of my sister and I, so I can't ever hate her. She's lucky that I'm mature enough to see that, no thanks to her. Sigh. I'm letting out so much haha. Thus the title of this post: "Therapy". It does work, trust me. I feel better after letting everything out.
Oh yeah, lastly, before I wrap up. I'm learning how to code Python, and today I made a cute little module that converts percentage to GPA. I followed the formula GPA = (Percentage/20)-1, and I turned my 75.2% average to a GPA of 2.76. I had no idea my GPA was that low. Everything worth applying for needs a GPA of at least 3.5. I am definitely screwed academically. But I don't know if my formula is correct or not. Some people on the internet say that a 4.0 is actually 80% and not 100%. So if we do the second formula, I would get a 3.76, which seems way too high for a 75.2% average... so I think my real GPA is actually 2.76. How depressing.
Anyway, the moral of the story, folks, is that I'm going to continue to try my best in wooing Ms. Zun, and if my best isn't enough, then I'm going to go jump off a bridge and end my life. LOL just kidding! I'd never do that. People who kill themselves are irresponsible, because who's gonna take care of their parents when they get old? I got a duty to serve. That shit is out of the question. What I WAS gonna say was that if my best isn't enough, then that's fine, because I can't control the outcome. I can only control how much effort I put into things, and I should be proud that I pushed myself to give 110% in this endeavor.
Motivation is a very personal thing. There is no absolute one thing that is guaranteed to motivate everyone. However, there are some main areas in which many people are motivated by, and I think the things that motivate me are pretty ordinary, and should be motivation for many others as well.
A recent revelation of mine is that you don't exactly know when you'll meet your future partner. You could bump into her in a grocery store tomorrow, or she could message you after coming back on a dating website after a 2 year hiatus. Maybe you'll bump into her in a Starbucks in a Chapters bookstore. And when you do bump into her, you only have one chance to make the best impression you can. After that moment passes, if you weren't ready, you'll blow your only shot, and you'll never be with whom you were initially meant to be. If you don't immediately make her interested in you as a potential candidate, then sure, you could work your way into being friends with her, but then you'll just have your work cut out for you.
Let's take a pause. What do I mean by "not being ready"? Your future partner obviously doesn't want to date a fuck up, and wants to date someone successful and have their shit together. Your future partner wants to date you when you are at your best, and if you are not at your best, then you aren't ready for your future partner. You may be able to date girls when you're at your best, but secretly deep down, you know that special girl you always longed for is the one who's pretty, and smart, and kind, and gentle. You're gonna have to be on top of your game when you meet her to even get a chance to date her.
So for me, I am motivated to be at my best, 24/7 preferably, because I will never know if out of the blue, I'll meet The One. When I meet her, I need to be in top physical shape, my mind has to be at its sharpest, and I would have to be working in a stable and at least decently paying job. I just really hope that if I meet her prematurely before I'm ready, I'll still be able to make it work; I'll still be able to be with her, and have her wait for me to get my shit together. For the mean time, I hope my efforts and dedication to make something of myself down the road will be enough to temporarily attract The One long enough for me to complete my journey, or at least to be well on the way in my journey to success.
Another motivation for me to be at my best, and to want the best, is the fact that I have one life. We all got one shot in life to make the best of what we've got. We can't restart if we mess up. So at every moment of your life, you have to always make the best decisions. And since you only have one life, then might as well go big, right? You won't have another life to live it big. You won't have another life to experience what this world has to offer. So since you're here, you really should experience as much as you can before you die. That's why I want everything. I want to experience everything this world has to offer before I die, and that takes resources, mainly money, so it's a big motivation for me to make money.
On a related note, I also want my kids and my wife to have the best experience that life has to offer, so another motivation for me to make mad money is for my future family. I want my kids to have a start in life I never had. I don't want them to grow up in an intercity area, going to an intercity high school. I want them to receive the best education this planet has to offer. I also want my wife to live a life of comfort. I am hesitant to say a life of luxury, because I don't believe in luxury. I define luxury as having in your possession expensive material goods, like $14,000 hand bags and $200k cars. One doesn't need luxury to be happy, and certainly my girl wouldn't be one of those types of girls who chase after that crap. But I would still like to treat her out to experiences. IE: Dining at the best restaurants, going to exotic places, etc.
Lastly, my parents are my final motivation. I have mentioned this in my other posts, but my parents work 14 hour days in their restaurant, and it's been 8 years of them doing so. They're dying physically for my sister and my sake, putting us through school and life in general. Their efforts must be repaid. I want to provide them with a worry free retirement. It's the least I can do after their sacrifice. Again, it would require me to make money.
I have the lives of my parents, my wife, and my kids on my shoulders. If I fail, I'll be failing everyone, so failing is not an option. I have a burning desire to win, and I can't live a life of mediocrity if I want to win at life. Sometimes I'll have days where I don't feel like doing shit. I just wanna sit back and be lazy. But I think about all the stuff I want, and my want powers me. Lately, it's thoughts of Ms. Zun that powers me through life. I really need to be at my A game in order to date someone like her, and I'm afraid while I can put on the bravado of having an A game life, I don't have an A game life. I have an A game attitude, and that's all I have. And girls may date guys with an A game attitude, but if that A game attitude doesn't translate to an A game life, then it's harder to keep them with you. And if you truly loved her, would you want her to be with you, living in a B game or C game life, when there are other guys who can provide her with an A game life, and who cares about her just as much as you? I'd be like, "Yo, that guy's richer, he can provide you with more comforts. He is also as thoughtful and loving as me. You should be with that guy instead of me, because although I love you, and I personally want to be with you, it is because I love you that I want you to have the best life possible. I believe the best life possible for you is not with me, but with that guy instead."
I don't want to have to say that line though. I want to be able to say, "Yo, I love you as much as that other guy. I'm also just as thoughtful. I also am living an A game life, while he's only living a C game life. I've got my shit in order, and I'm prepared to care for you way better than the other guy."
Well, logged in another hour or two of chatting with Ms. Zun yesterday. She revealed that she had the densest French Toast ever, and she was trying to book a $55 hair cut from some salon. I was silently just shaking my head, and thinking to myself, we're from two completely different worlds. There's no way I could live her lifestyle. I get $15 haircuts, and I rarely go out to eat. But then I told her I bought a whole stack of flash cards:
And she said I was "sai qeen" cuz I didn't bought on sale. My heart leaped for joy haha. She knows the concept of sai qeen, which is good.
It was still bothering me, this rift between us regarding spending, so I asked one of my closest friends, Zizi. I asked her to rate me 1 - 10 for being cheap, and rate herself. She rated me 1, and rated herself 7-8. She told me her haircuts were also in the $50 range, and she spent $60 on food that day. The thing is, I don't even feel like Zizi is on another socioeconomic plane, but Zizi spends the same as (I think) Ms. Zun, so logically speaking, I shouldn't be thinking that Ms. Zun is above me, socioeconomically. Or maybe I should start thinking that Zizi is socioeconomically above me. Either or. But either way, I'm still the one who is too cheap, and I've been unfairly almost persecuting Ms. Zun for her spending. I began to realize maybe normal people spend like that, and it's just me who's cheap as fuck.
Why am I so cheap? I've never fully dissected why I am before. I think the first thing is that I see my parents work so hard for money. They own a restaurant called Dragon Fried Rice House, and have been working there for...8-9 years now. Holy crap, it's been a while. They work 14 hour days, and at first they worked 6 days a week. Now they're working 4 days a week because their health is on the decline. All the money they bring back home is traded with their health. It's blood money, with the blood of my parents on it. Every dollar I spend, I equate it with the pain they went through to get the money. Maybe that's a reason why I'm so stingy with the money. Sometimes I get... jealous? I see other parents take it easy, coming back from a 9-5 job, watching TVB, laughing. They haven't gone through what my parents have gone through, and yet they are able to derive more pleasure in life than my parents currently. I don't think it's fair. Well, I'm not saying that those parents watching TVB haven't worked hard. I'm sure if they're rich, they have put in effort to get there, but their effort is channeled intellectually, and not through physical exertion, like running a restaurant. They haven't had the physical pains of working hard for such a long period of time. My mother has grown heel spurs from walking around so much, and she can't even travel anymore because of the walking. It is for their future pleasure that I vow to myself to make a shit tonne of cash. I'll let them enjoy the things they were never able to enjoy before because they were too busy working to put me through life.
Another reason why I'm so stingy is because I don't currently have a secure source of income. I don't know when I will have a secure source of big income, so I'm currently saving up a lump sum for whatever the future holds in store for me. So far, I have $20k saved up in my TFSA, invested in indices, and I am not going to ever touch it or withdraw from it for money. I have a 1 year gig in Korea lined up, going to be making $22 an hour, but I'd only work 3 hours a day, so overall, not big money either. Then after that, I'd probably do a Masters, which will provide very little income, if any. And only after that will I be entering a full time position somewhere, with a minimal starting wage. It looks like I'll be making shit cash for years to come. Maybe I should be like Ms. Zun and have some piano kids for my own. She charges $40/hr, which is a pretty decent wage. I gotta say I respect her for her enterprise. I respect people who create their own opportunities.
Ah, I'm going off on a tangent again. I can't seem to focus on solely why I'm a cheapo. Maybe it's also because I currently don't have a job, and I should be looking for one. If I have a regular source of income, then I probably be willing to spend, because I know I'll get some more down the road.
When will I stop being stingy? Well, if I actually manage to date Ms. Zun, I'm gonna be pretty much #Yolo with my money. But I'll #yolo in a smart way though. Still not gonna spend $1.8k on a god damn Gucci purse. I'll never do that, and I don't think Ms. Zun is that type of girl anyway. I guess I gotta ask her.
I'll also be willing to spend more if I make more. So I need to get a decent job, and guess what I've been worrying about for the past ever? Getting a good job! I can always feel the pressure, the pressure of me failing to get a good job and unable to achieve my dream. Failing to have a great family, to marry the perfect girl, to provide my kids with everything they need to excel in life, to provide my parents, and my wife's parents, of a wonderful retirement. #cruiseship everyday for them. I can't fail. I only have one life. If I fail, I can't even restart like people do in video games. I swear to god, I'm gonna get stomach cancer or some shit from all this worry >.> And then it wouldn't even matter if I make money or not. I guess it'll relieve the pressure though, but then I'll be faced with just a small problem called dying. No big deal.
So what's the TL;DR version of this whole blurb? Ms. Zun and Zizi do not spend too much, I just spend too little, and my expectations of expenditure is not realistic. It's way too low, and I shouldn't hold people up to my fucked up standards of spending. Ms. Zun, I'm sorry. Zizi, thank you. Ms. Zun, thank you as well for giving me the drive to fight against my probable shitty future. I'll do another whole article on why you're important. But for now, thank you.
You see a girl you want to date, and she comes from a higher socioeconomic background than you. What to do?
Well, first thing is first, she is not going to be impressed with whatever you're going to buy for her. She has money, she can buy whatever the heck she wants. I think girls like that want stuff money can't buy, so you have to provide something for her that money can't buy, namely, a super boyfriend. No matter how much money she has, she can not go out and instantly purchase a boyfriend of superior quality. How her money serves her is to allow her to prospect from the pool of guys equal or greater than her socioeconomic status, aka other rich guys.
There are three types of rich guys. Guys who got rich on their own, and guys who are rich because their parents are rich, and do nothing to grow that existing wealth, and finally, guys who multiplied their parents fortune, surpassing the wealth accumulated by the parents. We can disregard the 2nd type of guy, because they are nothing but average Joes who were lucky enough to be born into a rich family. Types 1 and 3 are the main competition for the guy of lower socioeconomic status.
So, these guys are rich, and they have what it takes to stay rich. That reflects on their work ethic and intelligence. These guys are smart, and are willing to sweat. So work ethics wise, they're gold. What wealth can't buy for them is a great personality, and a caring heart. Not to say that there aren't rich guys out there who are also caring and are people magnets. I'm just saying that there are some rich folks who aren't such great people to be around with, one way or another.
So what does this little aside about rich guys mean for the not so rich guys? It means we can't compete with money, we can't compete with work ethic, and thus the only avenue for us to compete with them is through our inner beauty. We have to win the richer girls with our boundless love and care, and we also have to have great chemistry with the girls too. Money can't buy chemistry.
Where does this leave me? Well, I would have to work on being more thoughtful I guess. Now, I always have the girl's best interest at heart. What I consider myself lacking would be... "micromanagement" of care and thoughtfulness? Like, obviously for the big stuff it's easy. She got hurt in a car accident. Drop your shit, buy some flowers and gifts, spend time with her, comfort her, offer her silent confidence and assurance that everything is fine. She'll be calmer when she sees your inner strength and calmness.
What's not so easy is dealing with all the small daily idiosyncrasies of the partner. It's hard to notice the micro fluctuations of emotions and feelings that goes on throughout the day, and sometimes you want to nip problems in the bud before they develop into something bigger, but for me, sometimes it can be hard to notice the very VERY initial stages of a problem. So I guess what I need to work on is to notice the small details so I can preempt her needs and wishes, and take "caring" to the next level.
So that's what I myself have to work on to get the richer girls. I'm going to provide them with a boyfriend product that is rare in the market. For you guys, you'll have to work on your own issues. It all comes down to making the decision to become the better man, and to improve yourself daily. We poorer guys are inherently at a disadvantage due to the fact that we can't match the girl in terms of money, so we have to step up our game for everything else to make up for the fact that, no, we unfortunately can't join them on their 4 month Euro-trip with friends because of the $16k bill at the end of the trip, or no, we unfortunately can't dine at a 2 star Michelin rated restaurant every single weekend.
