Count your blessings
Grandad July 29th, 2007
Herself and her damned Lottery ticket!
The numbers came up and my heart sank.
What am I supposed to do with €16,000,000?
That is a stupid amount of money. Monopoly money.
What I’m dreading is the beggars and the begging letters. All those people whinging and whining about how hard up they are, and could I spare a few bob to help them on their way. Damned relatives!
Of course I’ll be the toast of the bar. Everyone will expect me to buy the drinks. Which I will, because I don’t want to appear mean. So I’ll become a mobile ATM, and nothing more.
I will doubtless have hundreds of new ‘friends’, fawning all over me , saying how great I am, when all they want is the handout. I will lose my old friends, because I will be constantly talking about my new lifestyle, which isn’t the old me.
Money changes people. I have seen it. It changes them for the worse. They become lonely and isolated. People don’t like them any more for what they are, but rather for what they have. The only friends they have are the ones they buy.
Too much money, and you know the price of everything and the value of nothing.
Herself and I had to save for holidays. Meals out were a treat. We couldn’t afford to go to exotic places and could only dream. Now we can afford to go out every night. We can afford to go anywhere, for as long as we like. Nothing will be special any more. We won’t appreciate the treats, because they will be mundane.
That ticket is a curse. It will remove any incentive to strive.
In fact, I’m going out now.
I’m going to give it to the first passing motorist who stops.
Poor bastard.
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