Finance, banking, models, bottles, sports cars and the assholes who drive them. Wall Street and all of its greed.
I’ve had friends ask me, sometimes even with a pleading tone, why I’d want to be a part of it all, as if they were imploring me to reconsider.
“Do you know the stigma for guys that work in finance?”
And I know what they’re afraid of. They’re afraid I’ll change. Some of them are already getting tired of it.
“How come you’re not coming?! Oh let me guess…studying, huh.”
“Don’t tell me you’re at the office again.”
“Dude, where have you been. I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.”
I guess it’s a good thing that they’re still asking. Sooner or later, they’ll just give up. And everyday I just hope they can bear with me a little while longer, but I know it’s unfair to be so selfish. To ask for so much and give back so little.
Ironically, all of this work is to pay back a debt I owe to my family, friends, and all those that I hold close to my heart, for investing a lifetime’s worth of love and support.
But I fear the debt is too large for me to pay back anytime soon, so I may end up spending all my time trying to make things right.