“Save your money everybody ain’t a baller.”
– Juicy J
Despite hitting a personal goal, I didn’t go out and celebrate. I realized that I’d probably end up doing something stupid while on my ego trip, and decided to stay in to read.
I never got around to opening the book.
Instead I sat online and looked at all kinds of luxury items that I suddenly found myself drawn towards. Piaget watches, Vuarnet sunglasses, the good stuff. I even briefly lamented the death of Silk Road, a place where I once saw a G6 jet available for purchase.
There have been times in the past when I’ve made more in an hour,* but the achievement alone was giving me delusions of grandeur. I sat around looking at expensive goods, mansions, and vintage Mercedes for several hours. Eventually I came to my senses. The whole situation seemed ridiculous. If, and it’s a big if, I could pull $700 a week from the Internet, I’d still never be able to afford everything I was fantasizing about. Celebrities can’t even keep that lifestyle up, just look at Nicolas Cage.
I closed my browser and went outside to look at the stars. If you’re ever feeling all powerful, go look at the night sky. After a few minutes you’ll be humbled.
With my materialistic desires quelled, I went back inside and fell asleep.
* At three points in my life I’ve earned over $100 a hour. Unfortunately they’ve all been one shot deals.