I scored 22. Granted, I've never actually had a job, so some of these don't apply to me.
I do live in a bubble. I come from an upper middle class (I don't know the income cutoffs for each economic class, but I know we're upper middle class, possibly upper class depending on who you talk to). It's often disturbing for me. All the struggles I've gone through--they look tiny compared to people living in poverty. Am I strong, or just spoiled? My family has enough money to pay for medication to manage my mental illnesses, therapy to help with my self-esteem and other difficulties. What about poor people who deal with mental illness? They can't afford treatment. They have to go it alone. My struggles mean nothing.
I have never once in my life had to worry about not having food on the table. My family used to take vacations and cruises every summer (we don't anymore, but not for financial reasons). We have the money to send all my siblings and me to college. We can buy plenty of gifts every Christmas. We have the money to go out to eat and see movies. If I go out with friends to amusement parks, festivals, and fun events, I know that my parents will be able to pay for it. We have pets, and we pay for all their needs and veterinary care. Compared to the rest of the country, we're upper middle class, and compared to the world, we're filthy rich.
I am, and have always been, surrounded by affluence. Many of the people at my school are even more well-off than me. I've had everything handed to me all my life. It makes me feel like my struggles don't mean anything. Like, who cares about my freaking abandonment issues when there are people whose families are being torn apart by war, hunger, and AIDS?
I'm undeniably privileged, and I feel bad about it.