Live Laugh Love, or "Holden Caulfield with a Touch of Vandalism"
Why do we plant things? Why do we grope plants, collect seeds, take so many pictures of flowers? Why do we study botany? Because it gives us dopamine, keeps us from committing acts that would probably put us in jail. Helps keep the puke down. Money doesn't give me dopamine. I like having enough to be comfortable but if I'm not creating or growing something than I'm just consuming something like a miserable sap. I don't want fancy cars and expensive clothes and anybody who would be impressed by that kind of shit is the kind of person I don't want within six degrees of separation of me because their values are poisoned and they're probably a boring fucking sucker.
People who worship money bore me. Buying "stuff" bores me. Consuming is the opposite of creating. Fixation on frivolous status symbols and luxury items is the opposite of mental exercise or learning. That "shiny shit" rots our primate brains. None of us are immune. I look down on people who want it as if they're an even more semi-conscious animal than the rest of us monkeys. Unenlightened half-wits with little else to offer. I know that makes me sound like an elitist cunt and I'm fine with that. I also usually wear the same pants three days in a row. I find these fools with plucked eyebrows, shit-eating grins and waxed faces on the billboards utterly revolting. No blood in those veins. Lowest common denominator motives. Maybe they could have more to offer if they tried to, if they read a book or dropped some acid or hiked a hundred miles into the mountains, or even just sat around a fire in the middle of nowhere beneath a starry sky laughing their asses off and lighting their farts on fire but right now they're a boring unimaginative money-worshipping twat and I have no use for them. Finance and business, investment portfolios, helping clients win big settlements. Phony smiles, small talk, constant salespeople. They're part of the reason the world is dying, scram. I swallow my tragedy with a tall glass of dark humor, and these days it's all tragic.
