There are a lot of unrecognized hardships that fabulously wealthy people must endure, such as vulgar Citi Bike docking stations and Bill de Blasio. But the most frustrating part of being affluent is the constant hostility and judgment beamed at you from the embittered eyes of the lower orders. The weight of this resentment is almost too much for some members of the upper crust to bear. Thankfully, there's Thought Catalog.

Like many young elites, rich college student Rachael Sacks, whom you may recall from her other Thought Catalog story "Confession: I’m A Chronic Female Masturbator," is having a hard time learning to live in a world where income inequality is blamed on people with huge incomes. Her new, uh, essay, "I’m Not Going To Pretend That I’m Poor To Be Accepted By You," is all about the Rich Girl's Burden; it begins with Sacks's assumption that a supermarket cashier is thinking uncharitable thoughts about her:

I came straight from the Mulberry Sample Sale, big ass shopping bag in tow back to the Gristedes by my West Village Apartment. I get to the checkout and there’s this girl in front of me probably a little older than I am talking to the cashier. The girl says to the cashier “I went in-state to save my parents money for school”. The Cashier then replies “That’s smart”. They then both glare at me with my shopping bag and my Coco Lite snack cakes and Diet Coke as if to say here’s daddy’s little princess wasting money, that little piece of shit. They exchange words and then the girl leaves. I try to be chipper and ask the cashier how her day is and she doesn’t answer me. She just looks down and scans my items not saying a word or even glancing in my direction. I say have a great day, as happily as I can and walk out feeling like a turd.

What the fuck? Could they not be that obvious? I should have stopped at my apartment and put my bags down then if they were going to judge me like that. And I got my purse at a 70% discount so they can fuck off. I am sorry that I was born into great financial circumstances and my father likes to provide for me. I am sorry I don’t have to go to a state school to save my parents money. What do you want from me?

People shouldn’t make others feel bad about their own personal finances. How people spend their money is their own choice. There is a certain amount of tact you should show around people who can’t buy exorbitantly expensive things. But should you classify someone as a person based on how they are showing their wealth, or lack of it? It just seems really petty and makes you look bitter and unhappy with your own life if you are casting nasty glares at college girls in Gristedes because you’re a cashier. What purpose does it serve if all you want to do is reflect your own misery on other people?

Fortunately I grew up with a decent amount of money in a decently rich area where people who work for the government go to raise their perfect kids.

And THAT'S how you troll the Internet, folks. Read the whole amazing essay for yourself, and remember: no matter how rough things get for ol' "Rachael Sacks of Cash," she'll definitely be getting a book deal out of this. You won't. Another thing to be bitter and jealous about, I guess!