Due to a series of unlikely coincidences I was brought up in a rich family that practiced parsimony like a religion. As a child, I don't recall ever seeing a situation in which lack of money prevented us from getting what we wanted. My family would sometimes stay in a 5 star hotel and sometimes in the most run-down motel and I did not understand the difference in prestige. They were the same to me. After all, both places have roughly the same amenities. There's a TV and hot water. Neither place has any toys to play with, so what does a child care? My parents would choose what seemed like the best deal. As a result, I never learned to associate "comfort" with having useless material junk like everyone else.
I lived in a big house growing up, but I never knew that this symbolized socio-economic status. My classmates lived in townhomes or small houses, but I assumed that those places couldn't be cheaper because my parents never spent more money than necessary. Rock bottom price was consistently applied as the sole criterion for every purchase. I often didn't see the price of big ticket items, so I couldn't see any contradictions in their ways. My parents made everything seem logically consistent, so I embraced their ways.
There were tons of toys that I wanted and if I waited until Christmas, I'd eventually get everything I asked for. My parents never let me feel that there was something I couldn't have. Once I grew up, material things had become boring to me. My savings rate today is 90%. I only spent a few years of my life working.
There may be other people in the world who are as parsimonious as me, but I've never met any. I can't tell because parsimony alone doesn't mean you'll try to look for others like you. But I think you would because no matter how often people claim not to be concerned with material things, their actions contradict their words all the time. I think you'd go crazy spending too much time associating with people who need all these useless things.