WTF? Monsters. Nightmares. These whatevers have all that money and ability to do whatever with it, but because of the apparently insanely low caliber of Souls and Minds and Hearts they are underneath, it's like the inverse of everything that most like would be the reason for anything existing in the first place.
So people give money a bad name. Some people give sex a bad name. Some people give alcohol a bad name. Some people give love a bad name. Some people give life a bad name.
The worst part is, as an example of the American capitalist money-based-fake-worth-as-a-creature-instead-of-real worth, combined with the baseless, corrupt, and exponential nature of the numbers game itself, this is not the American Dream, this is the American nightmare.
It would be torture for me to be around any such dynamic unless I could laugh at or with them, but I'm 99.9% sure they might not be able to keep up with my rapier wit, so such a world of otherwise hilarious paradise might not be so fun when all aspects of it are tied to the artifical ego replacements of the low-cost sex toys or whatever, especially when their programming is so fubar.
If Happiness, efficency, and truly getting the most bad for you buck are the keys to life, then I blow this entire set out of the water like a real world version of the Iron Man suit being asked to play with Barbie Dolls that look and act like Brats on a good day, and someone else's pet seals on bad one...and when all I need is an internet connection, my laptop, and roughly $15-20 worth of food and occassionally weed to live in this Beyond Dreemland blissful Utopis that is my mind and ideas and ways of thinking and seeing and laughing and everything else - why in God's name, if I were to have money, would I choose to use it in ways that would force me to exist around examples of hoomans and behavior that only hurt and distract my inner core and ruin my Dreem Frequencies.
It's about class and respect and meaning and caring and the actual people judged as if they had none of the material, because for my purposes it's no longer relevant if it comes with these 21st corrupt, destroyed, decadent, and obviously not-too-damn-impressive examples.
And this is coming from me sitting me with nothing. Surprisingly forced into this position by people with the money and everything, and their behavior with it has sickened and disappointed me so much in them I now fear all of it.
In time that will change and I will find a handful of complimentary gems to share my Life and Castle and Pets and TV Show and Dreem Garden and Field Trips and blah, blah, blah with - but they have to match as Hearts and Minds and Souls and Swimsuit-modeling bodies first...because then things can be built on/with them Right.
The rest of this is just whatever. 99% of people don't remotely impress me or even cause me to take note or second glance. Among that 1% that do, there my be .0001% of that 1% that qualify as the ones I might consider on my level and worth investing in/with for one reason or another...the rest of the world is just a sea or normal with a couple varying percentages of good, bad, and horrifyingly ugly mixed in.
Meh.
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