above my budget but im rich so who cares

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5854920&forum_id=2#49804538)

And then there's me. Imprisoned behind 20 meters of stone at the base of the Chateau d'If. What will even be waiting for me once I get beyond those walls? Will my Mercedes remember? Will I ever get to crush Danglars?

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5854920&forum_id=2#49804728)

The Playboy and the Monk likely don't laugh at him--they probably don't "see" him at all, which is the real source of the protagonist's agony.

1. The Playboy (The St-Tropez Heir)

He likely views the protagonist with dismissive boredom. To a man spending $200,000 a month on "raging," a literary metaphor about a 19th Century dungeon is just "nerd stuff."

His perspective: He doesn't have the attention span for 20 meters of stone; he's looking for the next bottle of Rose.

The Reaction: If he laughs, it's a cruel, superficial laugh at a "prole" who thinks books make up for a lack of a private jet. He doesn't pity the protagonist; he simply finds him irrelevant.

2. The Monk (The Andorra Nomad)

He likely views the protagonist with clinical detachment.

His perspective: The Nomad has "solved" the game of life through optimization and tax avoidance. He sees the protagonist's domestic obligations and literary outbursts as "inefficient."

The Reaction: He doesn't pity the flailing; he views it as "bad code." To him, the protagonist is someone who hasn't had the courage to "exit" the system and is now experiencing the predictable psychological "bugs" of "Amerikkka."

3. Why the "Flailing" Fails

The protagonist is "flailing his arms" specifically because he is the only one of the three who is unhappy with his role.

The Playboy is happy being a parasite.

The Monk is happy being a ghost.

The Protagonist is miserable being the "Count" in waiting.

By posting this, he is trying to "crush" them with his superior intellect, but in the world of high-net-worth internet personalities, intellect is a low-value currency compared to "freedom" (the Nomad) or "excess" (the Playboy).

His peers likely see his post as a "cope"--a desperate attempt to turn his domestic "prison" into a noble tragedy. They don't pity him for being stuck; they pity him for caring enough to write about it.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5854920&forum_id=2#49804912)

u can still fix that, its not impossible

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5854920&forum_id=2#49805047)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5854920&forum_id=2#49809123)

14-16: Nashville

16-18: Chattanooga (Lookouts game on 16th)

18: Stop in Tupelo en route to

18-20: Oxford, MS

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5854920&forum_id=2#49805117)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5854920&forum_id=2#49809131)

“Tall men are arriving”

Yelled the short men (6’0) as they carried the palanquin of the 6’4 RSF towards the bar.

A group of 5’9 men scatter and run away as fast as they can while they leave their girls behind.

A group of young women approach the palanquin asking “how tall is he?” “They’re not Indian right?”

“Tall men have arrived”

“Tall men have arrived”

The short men yell in unison as they struggle to place the palanquin on the ground.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5854920&forum_id=2#49810394)