…..so you sold that desirable item and made a very tidy profit in doing so. You’re feeling really good and savvy and all puffed up right now, but how long do you expect that glorious feeling to last? More to the point…..what now? Yes, what now?! You’re currently sitting on a pile of money that you didn’t have just twenty four short hours ago, but how sexy and self-affirming is it to stand in possession of bland, staid, pedestrian money? If you didn’t read between the lines here, that was a rhetorical question: The answer is “owning” a shitload of money isn’t very sexy at all and only stirs one’s hormones and emotions to a minimal degree. Quite the opposite from owning a rare original painting, a nearly-impossible-to-secure autograph of an important historical figure, an uber-muscular sports car, a luxe “cabin” on a pristine northern lake three hours from home, a turbocharged speedboat, a champion thoroughbred, etc., etc., etc. Making money is only intoxicating if it is reinvested in something more sexy. Because although a polyglot of digits in your multiple banking accounts comes as a monumental relief for conservative folks, so too does dry cereal for breakfast, boxer shorts, and two-hour naps in the afternoon if those are the people you are struggling to emulate……
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