Even if we could manage to live like they do, one day we pack up and fly away. So, all told, we can't escape being elite. Growing up, we're constantly reminded of our privileges. Our attitudes, personalities, and expectations are molded by our status. Becoming uncomfortable with our elitist perks, we actually begin to believe that these things are our God-given right.
Elitism becomes a security blanket to cover our inferiority.
Rather than being the elite, on furlough it seems like everything is orchestrated to the score that we're needy. We constantly dance to the tune of the poor, suffering missionary. Our hosts proudly open their missionary barrels to us. If we don't gleefully dive in, they're offended. Their kids heap scorn on us because we're not up on the latest entertainment, computers, and sports.