I Hate Money

First he loves extreme cold, then he hates money. Go figure.

I was at a party last night. Various kinky and erotic delights were sampled and sometimes devoured. But I'm not here to talk about sex! (sound of people clicking elsewhere).

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Shake it off, baby

Okay, I'm back, I've returned to my senses.

Some people spend their lives making more and more money because that is what they like to do. It is not what I like to do, therefore, I will not spend anymore time doing it than I need to in order to have the life I want. The things standing between me and my dreams are no longer lack of money, they are procrastination and fear.

I can procrastinate and be afraid just fine in my current house at my current level of income.

I am reminded of a scene at the end of Gregory Benford's Timescape whose narrative runs parallel in two different times. The future has alerted the past of coming ecological disaster and the past has taken steps to prevent it. But it is already reality in the future timeline and, at the end, a rich character holes himself up in a fortress with supplies and curvaceous females and hopes to ride out the apocolypse.

I'd rather spend my life in the book's past timeline trying to avert the apocolypse than struggle for the spurious security that money and property can bring.

Whew. I feel better.

Mind in Neutral

I just brought Snake's watch to the repair place because it had stopped. The man examined it carefully and then said, "The stem that you use for setting the watch is pulled out. If you push it in, the watch will go again".

He didn't laugh at me.

Luckily I had to buy a battery for Br'er Rabbit's watch, otherwise I would have had to pay the man just to forget the whole incident.