You're just a blue collar Joe trying to make it in a monkey's world. Or is it a Donkey's world? You'd gladly climb to the top of a structure made of steel beams and ladders, dodge flaming oil demons, vault over vindictive wooden barrels and evade things that might maybe be scissor jacks (or something) for the love of another. How do these flimsy ladders support the weight of these massive girders and a twenty-foot gorilla beast? You don't know. That's fer them college kids to figger out.
You are the reject. The outcast. The one who doesn't fit in and will never fit in. But who are they to judge? You know that you are brilliant and you ignore the higher classes scorn and disaproval. Someday you will triumph over them. For now you are the outcast. But that will come to an end when looks and money don't matter anymore; it's what you're capable of, how smart you are, and your personality that will get you a good job and much fame. You will rule the world. The higher-class fame is fleeting. But your fame will go on forever.