Consumed with Consumerism

Welp, I fully intended on having a very prolific writing year, and, as you can tell, I haven't.

I have drank a lot of beer, though.

As they say, the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Who is "they" anyway? Do you ever notice people always says, "They say...."?

Not to be pretentious (remember, I'm a prolific beer drinker), but digressing...

I find myself drinking primarily out of boredom.

Not to sound pretentious (remember, I'm a prolific beer drinker), but I get bored easily.

It's interesting how people respond to that. They're always like, "Why don't you try to do something to make more money?"

Not to seem pretentious, (remember, I drink cheap beer all day), but making money is kinda boring. 

Money is just a tool; a means to an end. People who spend their whole life essentially chasing a hammer around seems silly. I get it that God wants us to work. At least I think He does. And we obviously have to have some form of sustenance to survive, although there are a lot of homeless/unemployed people who someone seem to survive.

But we aren't talking about making money to survive. We are talking about making money as a cure for boredom.

Most of you would probably say something like, "Well, I'd probably travel, learn an instrument or language and do a lot of fishing." But what happens after you've done all that? I'll tell you what happens, those things become boring and you want to do something else.

Psychology 101 says, "Once you get what you want, you want something else."

Sometimes when I'm bored I scroll social media reels. It's so crazy how many black people like to show people have much cash they have. It's like, "OK, you got some cash. Now what?" Most likely it's not even real, and even if it is, they're probably going to get robbed by some other blacks who want to make social media reels showing everyone how much cash they have. And the cycle will continue.

I suppose the cool thing about being black is that you don't get bored. 

I guess the moral of this post is to say that I'm sorry for being such a prolific beer drinker and not writing more. And that I wish I was black so I could line a couple grand worth of fake 20s up my arm and video it and be like, "Look at me, Whitey. I ain't bored!"