luck or skill

Somebody called me "unworldly" yesterday. (She's related to me by blood, and only slightly older. Names have been changed to poke savage fun at the guilty.) Let's call her "Second Rate", for the sake of convenience. Anyway, a while ago we had the whole series of accusations suggesting I somehow have led a charmed life. I've worked my fricking ass off, and suffered poverty, indignation, humiliation, and the horror of the grind beyond anything Second Rate has ever had to deal with. Lucky my ass, I've made my life, taken my life, but it has never been handed to me. Regrets that you didn't "get the chance" to live abroad? Bollocks. Just ask the federal government I owe them, in exchange for MAKING that chance. I gave up on reframing or recontextualizing that one for her, sputter though I might. Suddenly, yesterday out of the blue I get "unworldly." Self-involved, selfish, self-obsessed, manipulative, faux-naif, greedy, uses people, bad track record with women - sure. I'm fine with those. But unworldly? From a woman who believes her comfortable upper middle class existence is, what, worldly? AH. That's it. "Unworldly" must be "irresponsible for not subscribing wholly to my petit bourgeoisie beliefs and aspirations"! I feel so much better now. Fucking blood, always gets in the way of clean and clear analyses.