Happiness for Sale

With the New Year almost here, I’m working on my budget for the coming months and beyond. Puzzling out how to rob Peter to pay Paul is always an interesting exercise in financial gymnastics.

I know I’ve mentioned this before but trust me when I say that I have definite plans already in mind for when I win the lottery. Oh sure, I’ll pay off my debt and help my family blah blah blah. But I’d also be on the first plane to Ireland, England, or Italy (hey, I’m not picky) and everyone I know that isn’t a close friend or important blood relative would never see me again. More importantly, I’d set myself up in a quaint little cottage boasting a library with wall-to-ceiling bookshelves and one in particular that moved (à la Scooby Doo) to reveal a decked-out room where I could hide from the world in peace… and luxury.

I wonder why more rich people haven’t considered the old secret bookshelf hideaway. Well, I guess if their secret “hideaway” was done properly, we as the general population wouldn’t know anything about it. Perhaps I missed the MTV Cribs episode where George Clooney shows us what’s behind his secret bookshelf door.

Oh sure, “money can’t buy happiness.” I’m always amused when folks say this. I mean, yeah, perhaps that’s true, but to truly know, I’d first have to land on a ton of cash. Then I could give you a definitive answer. Personally, I think it’s just something rich people say to keep the lower classes from rioting. Money may not be able to buy happiness, but it can buy groceries and medical care and secret bookshelf rooms, and that’s pretty much the same thing.

6 thoughts on “Happiness for Sale

  1. I think the current fate of certain idiot billionaires shows that money isn’t guaranteed to buy happiness, but that’s because they ARE doing it wrong. I think that’s because they’ve never been broke, never lived check to check. It doesn’t give them the proper perspective. You don’t need a dozen Ferraris to be happy, but you can stop driving a high-mileage piece of junk. You don’t need a private 787, but you can fly first class. Moderation, but at a much higher pleasure level. That’s the ticket!

  2. Happiness is generally bullshit, and it can’t be bought with money. But money can buy a lot of comfort and avoid a lot of pain, and that’s as close as any human can get to being “happy.”

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