In order to feel like an ultra-spiritual and virtuous man, I began believing the lie that there is virtue in poverty. Conversely, I also believed for the longest time that riches made men wicked and full of vice. The fact that my dad, who was poor, repeatedly called them names (which I shall not repeat here) didn’t help. Therefore, in my eyes, rich people were pretty much doomed to be vicious, ungodly rats or snakes, while poor people were virtuous and victims of unfortunate circumstance. I equated poverty with humility and grace, and riches with greed and evil.