Sunday, October 22, 2006

marxist struggle

Some retard from college said this to my face:

“It disappoints me that you bask in this materially-driven yuppie lifestyle. Your fancy car, your upscale house – they will never make you happy.”

Well here’s my message to you, FUCKTOID.

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I don’t hassle you for choosing to be an under-achiever, sitting back and watching the world ACTUALLY WORK while thinking of the next non-profundity to throw at “people like me.”

Your brooding overanalysis of the meaning of life is NOT going to save the world. You know what will? Productive citizens who make the economy grow. So get off your existentialist ass, put on your cheap loafers and start looking for work. And when you get your first paycheck, buy me a latte.

And about my fancy car which you so despise….

GET OVER IT. If I choose to drive around in my car – which I bought for its technical performance, not for its badge – YOU CAN’T STOP ME. Driving takes me away from the daily grind. Notice how some people eat chocolate to up their endorphins and stay sane? Well I DRIVE FAST. It’s not my problem that the car happens to be too ‘fancy’ by your standards.

So what if I’m Puritan?

Hard work IS service. I put in insane hours making sure that my business grows not just for me, but for people I employ and their families (or at least their pets). My company will one day serve charities and actually help. Am I happy that I work too hard? HELL, YEAH.

What you really feel

I think you secretly envy me. You tell me I live an unacceptable lifestyle when the voices in your head applaud and throw confetti.

Thank you for ruining my Sunday

I really appreciate your thoughts on the abomination that is my yuppie lifestyle. I have to get back to work now. Unlike you, I have tangible goals.

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Thursday, October 19, 2006

In the third world, $50 buys fine dining entrées for two.

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Seared salmon with a fancy name, tenderloin steak with a fancy name, appetizers with a fancy name. Courtesy of MSP.


Sunday, October 15, 2006

trading up

You let go of so many liberties once you become dead set on building an empire.

Sundays. Forget about kicking back – when you are running a company, just a few hours of watching television (instead of working) costs $xxxx. Your time becomes so expensive even you cannot afford it.

Cheap thrills. You get exposed to finer things. There is no more joy in a $5 bargain.

Alone time. Even when you think you’re alone, you’re really not. The blackberry/treo/whatever secretary-phone you have will hound you to return emails.