I'll Have 5k on Black

Imagine having the lifestyle. The lifestyle that allows you to throw away amazing amounts of money on a 50/50 chance of victory. Living in the glitzy town in Nevada or the proper Land of the Free, Monte Carlo. Having that amount of money, based purely on a bit of luck. Imagine for one second, if you were rich beyond imagination? Would you enjoy it? Of course you wouldn't.

A couple of years back, I distinctly remember having a discussion with someone, (he knows who he is), on the importance of money, and I argued that they were "only bits of paper, and there are more important things in life". True, there are more important things in life, but these things cannot be enjoyed unless you have the Queen's head in your wallet and the more heads in your pocket the better. Wait... Now of course, I am sitting here, wondering what day it is, although I can see the time in the bottom right hand corner of my screen and it says 07:31. It is Tuesday today right? Ok, gotcha. I have little money and I work hard for that little amount of money, but it means I cherish that money more and look after it more and spend it only on the things that count in life... Petrol and sandwiches.

No, seriously. Think about it for a second and tell me if you would be properly happy if you were a multi-millionaire. Most people imagine it being the best thing to ever happen to them, but I have heard of some cases where the money completely ruins a person. Usually courtesy of The News of the World. We are talking mega bucks here now, and I have heard people becoming deeply unhappy at the amount of money they have. Too much.

I'm not just waffling about money and lifestyle here, this post does honestly have a point and I will get to that point, eventually.

I have some money. Probably about £100 to last me until I get paid in 2 weeks time, and thats what makes it more interesting. If you what felt like infinite money, what's the fun in wasting it all when you know the odds of running out and being broke are about as good as a whole country going bust. Like Iceland. Wait, that happened... You know what I mean.

I work hard for my money aswell. I know I've earnt every penny that I waste on slot machines, scratchcards and use to buy extortionate petrol, but if you get that money from rich ancestry or through luck, would you feel like you actually earnt it? If you earnt £250k a year when you've spent half of your life struggling over books upon mountains of books and are still clambering over huge hills of paperwork, you know you've earnt it, and good for you. You deserve that money. However, if you win £30million in the lottery this weekend, you will not have earnt it and you'll be the subject of jealousy from friends and family, as they envy your riches as you struggle to not look smug whenever you're near them. Sorry, but a life without love and friends isn't worth having. Money can make you fun, but it can't make you happy. Unless you have spent years getting drunk and chlamydia in a University somewhere and then spending your life under a 900 page hardback on 'Land Law'.

So next time you look at your bank balance and you see a single-digit number, just think this. At least you won't be envied upon by your friends because you have nothing to be envious of. You are a tramp, and although you are getting drunk every day at university, no one is jealous of a tramp. If that bank balance had 6 zeros on the end of it, you wouldn't be a tramp. But you might aswell be, because you'd be as lonely as hell. Except with a casino. My bet is Hell doesn't have a casino.

Ciao x

P.S. And yes, I did lie. This post had no point to it, I'm just bored. It's going to be a long day I think.