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Is it really lonely at the top?

It’s long been posited that money can’t buy happiness – apart from maybe the £9.90 it costs for prescribed antidepressants – but can alienation caused by excessive wealth harm our ability to form interpersonal connections?

The other day I was walking through the display rooms in a well-known, Swedish, affordable furniture retailer, when my best mate pointed out two sinks side by side in one of the show bathrooms.

She made a joke about how nice it would be to be able to brush your teeth with your significant other and to have a sink each.

At the same time it occurred to me how sad it was that being able to afford your own sink – or maybe even your own bathroom – might mean that you miss out on the opportunity to pull stupid faces at someone in the mirror with your mouth full of toothpaste, or else just watch each other dissociate for the prerequisite two minutes, before you go to bed.

Obviously this isn’t the tragedy of the century. Asynchronous flossing is hardly going to be a deal-breaker.

In a similar vein, many couples sleep in separate beds in the same house, or even live completely separately, and have argued that this arrangement is the healthiest and most beneficial for them. There’s even a term for it: Living Apart Together relationships (LAT for short).

Rathen than running into a sunk-cost fallacy by returning to the sinks, what about all the other ways you might miss out on spontaneous or interesting forms of connection, merely because you can purchase your solitude?

Maybe you Uber somewhere, but what about the missed conversation you could have struck up on the bus?

Or perhaps you book a private room in a hostel, but only down the hallway people from all over the world are meeting and becoming lifelong friends.

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Certainly the social privileges afforded by being forced into a situation with other people because you can’t afford your own space are small in comparison to the systemic and financial privileges experienced by those who occupy a higher, and more stable, socio-economic position thanks to their wealth.

It’s great to have a large group of friends, but it’s pretty crap if you don’t have time to see them because you’re constantly working in order to live. Not thriving just surviving, if you will.

Nor am I about to suggest that the opportunities for new connections – or even for intimacy – with people you wouldn’t have otherwise chosen to spend time with makes up for the alienation of the worker from the process of productivity upon which the capitalist depends in order to make a profit.

In fact, I think it’s quite difficult to find empathy for billionaires who feel like their wealth means they can’t trust anyone close to them.

Likewise, if a marriage is breaking down, or if one of the 1% feels lonely at the top of the economic ladder, presumably it’s comforting, if not easier, to go through those emotional processes when you’ve got a nice expensive house to feel them in.

That being said, if only to critique capitalism as a system, it may worth acknowledging the sense of alienation that wealth can bring – especially when material goods and productivity are prioritised over interpersonal connection.

This is what psychotherapist to the super rich Clay Cockrell calls the “toxicity of excess”.

If we don’t, well, then we’d just be dehumanising ourselves, and that’s exactly how the capitalists win.

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