Tried this and nobody gave a shit and I only feel worse, not better. Well, some people do care, in that they want to borrow money from you and give you shit if you don't kiss everyone's ass and buy dinner or drinks or nice presents. I make great money and I don't fucking do anything, I just sit at home and play Pokemon or take five baths a day. It has made me completely paranoid about privacy and I now have major trust issues and can't stand leaving the house because people are generally disgusting and gross creatures. I bought nice cars. None were good enough or cool enough or fast enough after six months. Currently have a Rolls Royce that rots in a garage. Went to the Rolls Royce Owner's Club annual meeting in Orlando and it is a terribly sad collection of near-dead Baby Boomers circle jerking. I went to the invitation-only red carpet Bentley/Breitling Mulsanne party. Wow, what fun. Look, it's a car and look! Roast beef. You could go to Chilis and have more fun. Reinforced how boring "success" is. My wife is too embarrassed to be seen in the car and nobody thinks it's cool except children and idiots. Girls certainly don't find it attractive. Maybe 16-year-olds at Chick-fil-a think it's cool. People just think I'm a complete tool. I did let a grocery clerk drive it all over town with me because he joked, "Hey man, let me take that for a spin!" Afterwards, he was so, so happy and shook my hand and said he felt like letting him drive it was a sign from God that he shouldn't give up and should try even harder to be successful and I almost cried because it's just some a fucking car and there's no more happiness here than there is behind that cashier lane. I work from home and I'm currently surrounded by top-of-the-line recording and musical gear and all kinds of crazy gadets. Anything I could waste money on, I've bought. I mainly use that shit to store pizza boxes and fast food wrappers. I constantly give shit away to friends to the extent that it makes them uncomfortable. They think I am trying to buy them off but I just want to get the shit out of my house because it brings me no happiness, so then there's weirdness because I give them nice shit that means nothing to me that I'd probably just throw away. My computer setup looks like something from the Matrix. It's kind of cool but who cares? I don't ever play the thousands of Steam games I bought. I buy all the new systems when they come out and like 50 games and I never play them. They just sit in a stack in a cabinet. I've had so many "nice things" like high-end watches, Rolexes, Breitlings, PAMs and shit. Such huge wastes of money. Extraordinary depreciation, a fortune to maintain or repair. Just like the cars, about the only thing that changes is everyone wants to rip you off for signing yourself up for "the nicer things in life." And again, nobody fucking cares and it's boring. Maybe some random Chinese guy will say "Hey, nice watch" once a year when I'm shoving Butterbeer in my face at Harry Potter world. Maybe I'm doing it wrong because I'm not successful enough to have a plane or a yacht, but all that would do is make people hate me even more and make me even more paranoid about people wanting my shit and about privacy and about keeping my stock portfolio from disappearing. Traveling? I stopped taking photos when I travel and no longer tell people about it because they just fucking hate me over it. You'll see if you are even in the 5% (let alone the 1%) that you become out-of-touch with the struggles of your peers and relatives. A few months ago I was sitting in a pool that overlooked the Caribbean Sea at this place called La Luna which is like a grand a night. I posted some pics on FB and realized that nobody liked the photos. Post a cat, people will like it. But post a pic of a breathtaking view and they just think you're a huge tool. I don't talk about it with anyone anymore, and honestly the Caribbean is beautiful but it's also boring and incredibly poor. All of the "fun" you can buy is just mind games, smoke-and-mirrors. There's nothing behind the curtain. No matter what it is, once you sign up for a supposedly higher-tier lifestyle, people are always trying to skim and siphon off money from you. And you can't be friends with these types of people because they are incredibly paranoid or at the least, narcissistic and cutthroat. One of my fantasies is booking a one-way ticket to Seoul and disappear from all of it. I'll play guitar on the street or teach English or something. Success. Strange game. The only winning move is not to play.