JOHNNY WEIRDBUY, OR, TOTALLY ACCEPTABLE ECCENTRIC BEHAVIOR
Imagine yourself a wealthy individual.
Sit and think about that for a second. Really think about it. Put yourself in a pair of them fictive Wealthy Shoes. You're at a point in your life where you are a very, very, very rich person. You've accrued massive earnings somehow. I don't know or care how you did it. You just have, and now you have a loathsome amount of money sitting in a Swiss bank somewhere. A sickening and outrageous amount. It's absurd. And really great. You are the 1%.
Alright. Are you there yet? Fine, good. OK.
You're at a point in your imaginary life where, with this stupid amount of money you have, you've paid everything off. The Essentials . You've paid back any sort of loans or debt you might've amassed over the years. You have a house. A big-ass mansionhome. You have a fancy car or five. Kids? Sure. They have everything they'd need or want. Things they couldn't even fathom, they'd most likely have thos