I once observed in Kerouac’s ‘On the Road,’ that he discussed money a lot. ‘Like what? Is he obsessed with it or something? What is the great hero of the beat generation saying to us? Like it’s all about the money?’ To which my wise and well travelled friend said – ‘that’s just a facet of travelling, you are always thinking about how little money you have and how long it’s realistically going to last you.’
That brief and not particularly deep conversation haunts me at times. Mostly I wish I had loads of money just so I could stop thinking about money. URGH – I just heard somebody thinking ‘welcome to adulthood.’ URGH. But yes and this isn’t a whine. I don’t have any totally necessary outgoings so I’m fine – but blah it’s boring, right? Also if it comes up that I’m like ‘there I was with only 35pence and the shop assistant wanting 36pence for the apples,’ please don’t be like me. A life lesson for you all there really – but don’t assume I’m all about the money, dirdiidumdiddlidum I don’t think it’s funny, to see it fade away! I just get pretty introspective about the repercussions of 1ply toilet roll is all.
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