I heard an investment guru pontificating on the radio the other day about the advantages of blindly saving money for the future–for the LONG RANGE future…..deep into that quagmire otherwise known as old age–and I found myself asking the seminal question: SAVE FOR WHAT?!?! So that you have a ton of cash stashed away when you turn ninety years of age and can henceforth hand it over to the federal government or to greedy heirs after you pass away?! So that you can crow about your net worth even as an ambulance takes you, with its sirens wailing and its engine revving into red R.P.M. numbers, to the hospital for the last time?! So that you have a shitload of money at your disposal just when you are least able to enjoy it to the maximum?! Who in their right mind can possibly argue that one’s quality of life is even remotely equal at eighty years of age when you are broken down and senile and impotent to when one is thirty years old and vibrant and virile and drowning in youthful hormones?? Quality of life matters far more than quantity of life, and using this unalterable fact as your mantra, do not be afraid to—in fact, DO!!!!!—spend the sensible majority of your hard-earned money at a relatively young age when passions reign supreme, the world is your plaything, and the quality of your life is at its very pinnacle.
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