I was banned after RvW for saying that riot police should quit their jobs en masse. There’s no easy way to get unbanned, but consider it for the better because it’s the easiest way to disconnect from that cess pit.
just about as many people smoked as didn’t, back in the day. if you didn’t smoke, you still had ashtrays in the house, for when people came to visit.
when they first tried to have control smoking on planes, it wasn’t “no smoking at all” it was “let’s at least have a non-smoking section”–it was seen as absurd that there even be a corner of the plane where one couldn’t smoke.
I’ve read that aircraft mechanics were sad when smoking stopped because the nicotine smears on the aircraft were such a good visual clue of where air was leaking and it made theirs jobs a lot easier.
I can’t argue that money doesn’t make you happy because I was engaged to a milionaire and broke off because it was the worst time of my life. BUT having money and being the owner of the money are 2 different things. I had a no limits creditcard but I had to deal with shitty people all the time for it. Fuck no. You want YOUR money
I’m a very happy poor person but I don’t have any loans, just my mortgage, and also no kids which takes 90% of the stress
I mean it sounds like you are exactly living what I am trying to talk about.
Being attached to a rich person and fed money doesn’t make you happy it just makes you wealthy enough to stabilize yourself. People raising to the needed position of lap dog often aren’t even doing it cause they find any pleasure in it but instead have failed to find pleasure in anything they want to do and now need the money to feel anything good about themselves at all.
Being at the whim of the rich is about giving up yourself to be the tool they need and accepting the misery of not being true to oneself.
What people actually need is the freedom that independent wealth allows and a willingness to accept that it might not be exactly to their dreams without dragging others down for more.
Not exactly op’s scenario but I had a client once who was a landlord. I was delivering some papers for him to sign off on some stuff, and he had me come into his kitchen to go over them. On his dining room table was piles of cash, like a foot tall, at least 200 stacks. Had to be hundreds of thousands of dollars. He casually walks past the table and throws a sheet over the money like “nothing to see here.” Years later I read he got busted with several hundred pounds of drugs and illegal guns, so guy was into some pretty bad shit.
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