Yep. I’ve worked around billionaires, and they are some of the saddest people i’ve ever met.
Money does make life better, but only to a certain point. Beyond that, the more money you have, the worse it gets for you.
The billionaires i met didn’t have true friends, their families were all horrible to them, and they didn’t enjoy their lives at all.
I met the odd exception, but they were mostly just pathetic children, aimlessly trying to spend their way to happiness.
Most truly wealthy people just throw money at the poors, to give themselves hollow experiences they know deep down inside they didn’t earn.
They’ll never fill the void they carved in their soul to make room for money, but they chase that dragon until they die. Then the vultures (lawyers and family) all gather to fight for what’s left when they’re gone. I’ve seen it…it’s not pretty.
It’s no fun when every single person you meet just wants your money. I know you probably think “try me”…but, honestly, you really don’t want that.
The truly sad ones are the ones who inherited it, because they never even got the choice. They’re like fois gras people. They’re bred into captivity, kept under lock and key, and force fed privilege until they die. Then, they get eaten by their own families and friends.
It’s a shit life, and they know it. They can’t enjoy anything, and all they want is more…because they know that all they have is money.
There is no making them happy. They are truly miserable people with nothing but money to wipe their tears with. They’ll spend piles of it, only to find out that everyone they’re trying to impress hates them and will never accept them, no matter how much they spend…on anything, and everything.
And that’s all they do. Even rich (not even wealthy) rappers like Drake have to spend tens of thousands of dollars a day to keep their friends around. If they stop providing the party, the party ends, and all their “friends” move on to the next victim. They know that every single person they talk to is only out for one thing…and it’s not their friendship.
A million seconds is 11.5 days. A billion seconds is 31.7 years. A million dollars would change almost anyone’s life. Nobody needs to be a billionaire. If an animal in the wild acted like this, we’d think there was something wrong with it. Because it’s people, we make them our leaders.
And when you starve to death in agony without being able to do anything about it, go with a smile and a laugh? MEH.
Bilionaires are obscene, but the rest of us still need some money to live, not worry about dying constantly, and to simply participate in culture instead of living in a cave never communicating with anyone.
Few things make me happier than watching the rich suffer.
humans: let’s evolve to be really good at predicting. let’s just evolve the ability to OBSESS over anything but present in the moment
how often are your predictions correct though?
The secret to happiness is to acknowledge that it’s transient and fleeting and not really an objective, but something we experience at times along the way.
Any achievement you can think of isn’t the result of being happy, often quite the opposite.
Some people are so poor, all they have is money.
yeah i can confirm. had an acquaintance years ago who earned like 20k€/month (which is a lot around here). he seemed very unhappy to me. he did coke every weekend, and was generally very unhappy with his life (at least that’s what i suspect, my gut feeling).
I have rubbed elbows with some rich people. They all had very shallow lives.
Isn’t that funny, you can have ANYTHING you want and you can’t figure out what you want?
When you have that much money, you don’t have friends.
You never know if they like you or your money and you’re afraid it’s the latter.
Most will give up just about anything for the lifestyle, but when it wears off. When you arent struggling and you’ve spend a few yeats traveling, yachting, sleeping around, buying everything you dreamed of. What’s left?
This is the real issue. Their values systems are broken because you can literally do ANYTHING with that much money, so long as you’re willing to also put in work. Wanna become a world class athlete? So long as you’re choosy with your definitions of both world class and athlete, you can hire people to teach you, hire chefs and nutritionists and doctors to plan every single thing that goes into you to make you good at your Thing.
Money is truly a superpower, but that superpower is reality warping. After you’ve created your fourth harem and played poker with Einstein, metaphorically speaking, what else could you want to do? It’s part of why all these guys believe in some sort of apocalypse, space travel, AI God, or metaphysics - with money alone, they can basically shape their entire world to their whim, so you want something that you’re still nominally able to ride out, but that will radically alter your reality so there’s SOMETHING new you can experience.
Ever wonder why artists are always poor?
Money robs you of creativity, initiative, drive, passion, faith…you have no worries.
I can barely afford a stick but still sit on the left
I would be happier than the dog if not for the fatal harms to my very essence, and well, not have 12 yachts.
I would try to start a whole-ass country
ngl I wouldn’t mind being sad if I was a billionaire with 12 yachts and a private yet
Do you know how much work (and money) it takes to maintain a yacht or jet? You don’t want yachts or jets. If you had money, you wouldn’t want to own those…you’d rent them.
When you’re wealthy, if it flies, floats, or fucks…you rent it. You don’t buy it.
I would be so fucking sad if I had 12 yachts and a privafe jet, I’d have no choice to make friends and share them with
…and those people wouldn’t be your friends.
Personally, I’d rather be dumb, unaware, happy, & have somebody who loved me ensuring that all my needs were met.
As long as I have a stick
/c/goodpost
pretty obviously it’s the one who can answer “yes” to “who’sagoodboy!?!?”
