If not jealousy or envy?

I am retired. I will never go back into the rat race to insure my continued existence. I paid for my retirement, now I am spending it.

Yet, for the life of me, I detest those people who live in 30 bedroom mansions, work 2 hours a day for 3 days a week, and control a gazillion dollars in money they never washed a dish for in their lives. Bankers. Insurance. Oil. Real estate swappers. Others.

It's not that I am jealous of them. I had the chance to go that route but shied away from it. (My own personal reasons.) Several years ago, my wife visited a friend who owned a $10 million home on the lake. The swimming pool had no filter: it ran city water into the pool and let it overflow into Lake Ontario. I hated that pool. Why? I was not envious of it. I was not jealous of it. I didn't care if the city ran short on water (it wouldn't). In my apartment, I don't pay for electricity nor water. Yet, I still detested the existence of the man with that house with that swimming pool.

I am very comfortable in my retirement. I don't want to change it. In fact, too many pizza's aren't good for me. So why do all those fat pockets bother me so? They don't control me at all. They don't take from me. If I look at it in a certain way, they help keep my country in a stable existence so I can recover the money I spent saving for my retirement. Yet I still detest them.