Me, I don’t have a lust or love for money. I have a lust/love for not being a 9-5’er, having the ability to travel at will, and being able to tell anyone whom I work with to “go f**k yourself with a sharp tool, and same goes for your crummy family” without severe financial repercussions. Note that I actually love most of the people whom I work with, but I only love them because I’m not DEPENDENT on them. Lack of freedom would breed mortal rage in me.
Money is just a means of enjoying life — if I end up driving an old, paid-off car in order to have more in the bank for things that are REALLY enjoyable, then so be it. Fortunately, I live in a city where (while it has a large wealth gap), it’s perfectly acceptable to arrive on a date on foot or on the subway.
If I were forced to live the life of the average American peon (2 weeks of vacay, more debt than assets, 8-6, 2.5 hr commute), I’d probably be in jail for breaking someone’s nose in.
