It's a love/hate relationship in Los Angeles. You love the vanity that society pushes in the city, but hate it at the same time when you feel obligated to support her.
Vanity is the death of many.
Bank accounts are broken on a daily basis, fundamental survival is set aside in an effort to impress people you'll never meet. Vanity is half the reason my M3 is up for sale. It's a 2015MY, newest you can buy, only has 6,000 miles on it yet it still doesn't seem good enough in Beverly Hills — the land of Rolls Royces and Lamborghinis.
Why even the need to fit in? Why even care? You shouldn't but part of you still does. Why drive a Camry for $200/mo that does everything you need, when you can drive a 458 for $1,900 and turn heads. It's obscene but desired at the lowest level.
I've had an affair with vanity for the past two years, but she's coming to an end. I need to break it off, she isn't worth my time anymore. Why am I so interested in outside attention when I don't care for it? Why do I need to have the newest, greatest car? Why do I need the large, overbearing residence with the incredible view? I don't. But I have it.
Stop living for others and spend more time appreciating those you have around you — people like myself have small circles for a reason. It's time to refocus and put forth that effort on things that actually matter, instead of trying to impress those that will never know my name.
LA is the bane to many existences for this very reason, people get caught in its web and fall in like quick sand. Break out, be different, and who cares what anyone else thinks as long as you're happy with where you are and what you have.