Pressed.

I don’t have too many pet peeves when dealing with people. I’m pretty even tempered, accepting forgiving and what have you. Really. The one thing that really works my nerves though, is PRESSED folk. People who have something to prove. Who have to show you that they have money and that that money signifies importance or worthiness. What the world? And most of the time these individuals are more from backgrounds more broken than the ten commandments. I’m glad when aspiring folk make it and get designer bags and shoes and name brand cars and what not, but dang.

Then, these same broke background folk got STANDARDS. That’s what they like to call them, but they are just a thin veil behind which they look down at folks who haven’t made it to the level that the pressed folk are fronting that they are on.  I’ve heard it said that people should be nice to everybody on the way up cause they just might meet those same folks on the way down.