I Hate Money
Jan. 29th, 2003 09:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
talktoolooseFirst 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).
There was a guy there, remarkably well-preserved for a man pushing 60, who says he has no imagination or creativity at all, but knows how to make money, and he has been doing it successfully most of his life.
I was speaking with some pride about the fact that Snake and I have our finances in good shape. Unless we lose our jobs in the meantime, we should have our house paid off in 3 or 4 years. While other investments (notably registered retirement plans) have not worked out so well so far, we feel that at least we'll have a roof over our heads. One item in life taken care of.
"Buy a more expensive house," he tells me. "You should do that one or two more times in your life. You'll make the most money that way."
So I get home at 12:40 and by 6 a.m. I'm lying in bed, unable to sleep, running numbers through my head. Fuck this! I'm at a point where I'm starting to get things done artistically. I have a stable part-time job that pays well. I HAVE A HOUSE MOSTLY PAID OFF! I don't need to worry about this shit now!
But maybe I'm foolish, says voice number two. You've paid off one house and it's increased in value a lot. Do it again!
This all flies in the face of my desire to live as simply as I can and focus on things that are important: love, art, learning. This hunger for more riches makes me feel like I'm a poor loser when, of course, I'm in the top 10 percent in the world. I have the complete I, Claudius on DVD while half the world lives on less than $2 a day. Why am I trying to squeeze more lemons than I can drink?
But if the money is there to me made, that could equal freedom, security in old age...
ARRGGHHHHHH!!! Unless, unless, unless. If they don't fix the fiscal situation of this city, the downtown could become inner city hell and no one will want my house or the next one. Unless, unless, unless. Unless the economies are completely destablized by a new world order of terrorism and war, with the rich of America benefitting from every bomb blown and the rest of us losing everything. Unless thermageddon undoes all the mighty plans of all the little MBAs and blue suit SUV jockeys.
Help! Give me peace.
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).
There was a guy there, remarkably well-preserved for a man pushing 60, who says he has no imagination or creativity at all, but knows how to make money, and he has been doing it successfully most of his life.
I was speaking with some pride about the fact that Snake and I have our finances in good shape. Unless we lose our jobs in the meantime, we should have our house paid off in 3 or 4 years. While other investments (notably registered retirement plans) have not worked out so well so far, we feel that at least we'll have a roof over our heads. One item in life taken care of.
"Buy a more expensive house," he tells me. "You should do that one or two more times in your life. You'll make the most money that way."
So I get home at 12:40 and by 6 a.m. I'm lying in bed, unable to sleep, running numbers through my head. Fuck this! I'm at a point where I'm starting to get things done artistically. I have a stable part-time job that pays well. I HAVE A HOUSE MOSTLY PAID OFF! I don't need to worry about this shit now!
But maybe I'm foolish, says voice number two. You've paid off one house and it's increased in value a lot. Do it again!
This all flies in the face of my desire to live as simply as I can and focus on things that are important: love, art, learning. This hunger for more riches makes me feel like I'm a poor loser when, of course, I'm in the top 10 percent in the world. I have the complete I, Claudius on DVD while half the world lives on less than $2 a day. Why am I trying to squeeze more lemons than I can drink?
But if the money is there to me made, that could equal freedom, security in old age...
ARRGGHHHHHH!!! Unless, unless, unless. If they don't fix the fiscal situation of this city, the downtown could become inner city hell and no one will want my house or the next one. Unless, unless, unless. Unless the economies are completely destablized by a new world order of terrorism and war, with the rich of America benefitting from every bomb blown and the rest of us losing everything. Unless thermageddon undoes all the mighty plans of all the little MBAs and blue suit SUV jockeys.
Help! Give me peace.
