In his book The Problem with the Middle, Bob gets into this really crazy thing about how uber-wealthy, uber-famous people and like, uber-destitute, uber-penniless people are actually really similar, because the world hasn’t really been set up for either of them. Like, obviously if you’re uber-wealthy and uber-famous, like, the world SUPPORTS that and you can live super-well, but most of society, most of what’s been built up around us, most of the ads you see and most of the infrastructure that’s in place and most of the rules that you’re told you have to follow, like, when you get down to it, it’s all geared toward the middle people, you know, the normal people. And to a really famous, really wealthy person or like, a really poor, really destitute person, none of that shit makes any sense, because it’s just so obvious that it doesn’t apply to us. Like, so many times, I’ll be watching TV on an airplane or like, watching a movie or something, or I’ll be driving around and I’ll see an ad for something on the side of the highway, and I’ll just be like: That has absolutely nothing to do with me! And for a really poor person, like, the exact same thing is happening, except the reason it doesn’t have anything to do with them is that they can’t afford it—they see an advertisement for a water park or a restaurant or something and they’re just like: I couldn’t ever afford to go there, so that place is barely even real to me. But for me, it’s like, the reason I can’t go to those places is because if I tried—like, if I tried to just go to a water park and get on one of the rides and like, have some chicken fingers or something—the whole park would shut down. That entire day for everybody at the park would become all about ME being there, and every single function of the park—like, every single thing that makes the park run—would just come to a screeching halt. The only way I could even think about going to one of those places is if I called ahead and rented out the whole park for the day, because my presence alone will just cause all this pandemonium. And I’m not just talking about me, you know? I’m not just talking about MY comfort. I’d be doing it for the sake of the park. Like, I’d HAVE to do it, or else I’d be a DICK, because if I just show up somewhere, like, if I just stroll into a space that’s meant for normal people and I don’t give everybody the proper warning, that affects people’s lives whether they give a shit about me or not. And so it’s just so obvious to me that the park is a space that wasn’t built for me at all. It’s just so obvious that they didn’t consider me or people like me when they were planning it, and they didn’t consider me when they were advertising it, and they’re still not really considering me until the day I show up and create a problem for them.