Monday, February 27, 2006

Money = Happiness

Through the years I’ve at times been hated on for my assertion that I’d be much happier if I could just be rich, or at least very comfortably well off. I’ve always figured that my logic for wanting to be rich was pretty good. You see my reasoning is that I’ve done pretty much everything that I’ve wanted to try in my life up to this point. I’ve found varying levels of satisfaction and happiness in all the places that people will tell you to find “real” fulfillment (sports, education, religion, food) but I still haven’t reached the level of happiness that I want to be at (except when I’m eating good cheese), so I figure why not try the one thing I haven’t tried yet? What is that one thing? M-O-N-E-Y. Cash Money. Dead Presidents. Dolla Dolla Bills Yall. Despite my well reasoned approach to searching for happiness people have still tried to lead my down the path of unsatisfied contentment by claiming “money can’t buy happiness.” Now I can say, scientifically, that they are wrong and that yes, money does buy happiness; well at least it makes you twice as likely to be happy.


Miss Amy said...

Ah ain' messin wif no mo broke niggaz, Ah'm tryin' ta get paid.

Seriously though, I've always said that money alone doesn't make you happy, it just makes it easier. No one is happy if you can't pay your bills (billz). Or if you don't have tha skillz that pay the billz.

Miss Amy said...

About your love affair with cheese. I have a similar love affair with air conditioning. Remember when we agreed on your autobiography titles? A Passion for Cheese, Never Enough Cheese? Well my corresponding series will be Never Cold Enough Too Hot (for Miss Amy to handle), Did somebody turn off the A.C?

Happy memoir-ing