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Me Tarzan: You Money



"I hypothesize that when you’ve attained enough money that it becomes as disposable as a Kleenex, one can assert that one doesn’t need the money to be happy. Sad that one could not realize this seasons before." - The Hutchings Hypothesis


There is a social experiment I intend to perform (and film of course). I am going to walk into a prominent supermarket, fill up my cart with roughly $1500 worth in groceries then, as I stand before the register, exclaim to the cashier – “Love”.

When she asks for money I shall tell her, “Love”.
When she looks at me with that asinine expression all members of the service industry have, I shall once again inform her of my position – “It’s not about the money, it’s about love”. And as the security flings me out on my ear, I shall exclaim, “Where’s the love ya’ll?”

I grow weary of the aberration. Not love in its true sense, but the stupidity that is now marketed by the people whose mp3s we steal. This stupidity, this blind construct is packaged and fed to the masses who exclaim, that they “just want to make the world dance (it’s not about the money)” or my personal favorite – the logic that states that while “some people want it all, I don’t want nothing at all, if it ain’t you baby”. Mind you, every one of these artistes possesses a thriving bank account with shards of material things to spare but I suspect the truly wealthy can feed off of love. And I understand the material is not the end, I’m a Theist, but let’s be practical.

I also assert that I am a heavy romantic and such like but please have the accompanying funds to tangibly express that love. I personally have an issue with going out to lime with friends or worse a potential love interest without having a comfortable cash amount in my Green Lantern wallet. But that’s just a hang-up I am slowly working through. This is not to say I am ABOVE friends sponsoring friends and please Gender Studies, don’t take this the wrong way either. But I simply do not understand how you humans can – in this day – still hold dear to the impractical side that Love = Poverty; that money is merely an incidental. Money is a powerful tool. It is one thing to say “I’m on a budget” because you are saving for a goal, it is another thing to say “ah broke today yes” because you simply are. When I was little I realized that love is stocks and bonds and mutual funds and credit cards because with these things, you can not only TELL your lover of your affection but bloody well SHOW that affection. The delusion packaged, mass marketed and downloaded by wealthy artistes must not be the order of the worked up class because Love [after all] must be tangible. 

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  1. AnonymousJanuary 6, 2012 at 5:31 AM

    I agree with you on the irony of the wealthy artistes. :)

    On the other hand, I hold the view that money is a necessity in this material world, but it's not love.

    "for richer or poorer"

    M

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