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While not ever having been what could be considered "rich," when I had a good paying job making more than enough "bank" to finance my apartment and my nightlife habits, I can safely say that I thought I had what I wanted. Then I realized all my money just sat there because I was too afraid to spend it, and therefore making the money I wanted, I did nothing with it. I had grandiose plans for this money being squirreled away and they came to naught. Why? Because I was terrified that something would happen to take it away and I would be left penniless (not that I haven't come close to that before, mind you).
Money sucks either way. You're happy when you have it in your wallet, but definitely not happy having it in your bank account because that little ATM slip reminds you how much more poor you are when you withdraw any.
Christ, I wish I believed in winning the lottery.
There's this local radio station whose morning program is giving away $1000 bucks every morning for the rest of this month. I am almost ashamed to say that I reach for the phone every time they play the little canned thingy in order for you to call. I go, "Man, I would love to have a thousand bucks. Fuck you, day job, for at least a few months!"
Pathetique, no? |
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