Tuesday, October 21, 2003

I want to be rrrriiiiccchhh...

First go laugh at this 'infographic' about genetically modified foods

I never thought it was worth it to do much for filthy lucre. I never understood how it could be such a prime motivating force in people's life. Particularly if it prevented you from doing what was interesting now. I thought--it's interesting now to get a Ph.D., to travel all over the place, to read hundreds of novels. Why would I do what is uninteresting now for money? And would money then get me to do what is interesting later? Not necessarily. And perhaps later I would be a quite uninteresting person--incapable of doing what is interesting--since I had spent all my time in some money making office...and so on and so forth.

But now I want to be rrrrriiiiicccchhh. I want to be rich! I want to be Richie Rich! And I can't quite figure out why I ever spurned my (now utterly destroyed and annihilated) chance to make a buck. Of course--it was me. And it's likely I never would have made much. I would have tried to become a corporate lawyer and then taken all pro bono cases, etc. Wealth is not my destiny. Usually, I have had what is enough or almost enough. Rare are the times I have had to visit the check cashing place to get a usurious advance on my salary. But I am one of many absurdly overeducated broke people that I know.

My new craving for riches (inexplicable--the result of pregnancy hormones) has made me see get rich quick schemes everywhere. To be fascinated by businesses that go into the millions (all the while knowing that I could not replicate this feat). Particularly, my recent fascination has focused on idiotic books--Chicken Soup for the Soul;, Everything I Needed To Know In Life I Learned in Kindergarten; Life's Little Instruction Book.

I'm obsessed with this genre of uplifting literature and how it could be the ticket to riches. (But don't steal my idea...Please?) Again, one has to do what one is good at so the best I can think of is downer literature. Bitter Bile for the Soul; I Barely Know What I Need To; There Are No Instructions in Life and In Fact No One Knows What The Hell They're Doing.

Yeah, won't work. I know. But it was worth a thought. A very brief thought.


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