Privileged but Bitter

It’s baffling how some people seem to have everything — wealth, love, influence — yet remain visibly unhappy. They live in luxury, married to partners most would dream of, and enjoy a level of privilege that places them among society’s most fortunate. And still, they complain.

Not about real suffering or injustice — but about petty inconveniences: meals not covered by the White House kitchen, a harmless quirk of their spouse, or the imagined unfairness of a world that has already given them more than most.

This kind of person doesn’t just seem ungrateful — they radiate entitlement. They believe they deserve more, and anything short of perfection feels like a personal offense. Gratitude is foreign to them. Humility? Nonexistent.

What’s most frustrating isn’t their comfort — it’s their discontent in the midst of it. When someone complains about inequality from the balcony of one of their many mansions, it’s not compassion. It’s performance. The illusion of depth from someone drowning in privilege.

And perhaps that’s the real irony: entitlement isn’t just about wanting more — it’s about never believing what you have is enough, no matter how much it is.