Excruciating Comfort

When I am at home I am seldom wearing anything that would be suitable for anyplace other than my home. I laugh telling friends who believe me when I say I have a PhD in lounging. Rather than remain in work, exercise, or out-on-the town wear, I come home and change immediately into clothing that is soft, mostly seamless, warm or cool (depending on the time of year), button-less, zipper-less, and washable. And, comfort extends to my environment as well. Oh sure, there’s the need for cushiony when it comes to furnishing, but that’s not all…

My level of comfort becomes excruiatingly comfortable at my finger tips. Unable to tolerate the same harsh lighting found in most office buildings, I instead, avoid overhead lighting and use lamps that provide a warm amber-like glow. Just one quick twist or flip of the light switch and my home conforms–making me sigh–Ah. Admittedly, the lighting is unsuitable for reading and writing–it’s what completes my comfort though. Overhead lighting is reserved for my bathroom. Kitchen and bedrooms require full exposure too and are used for scrutinizing my appearance, and ensuring food is prepared properly and delectably. And still, even in there, the lighting is only bright on demand.

Life Matters: Who said--"Money doesn't buy Happiness"?

Life Matters: Who said--"Money doesn't buy Happiness"?: We hear it all the time--"Money does not buy happiness." I beg to differ...sorry for the cliche', but sometimes it's just necessary. Any way...

Who said--"Money doesn't buy Happiness"?

We hear it all the time--"Money does not buy happiness." I beg to differ...sorry for the cliche', but sometimes it's just necessary. Any way, I am so tired of not having enough money from my paycheck to spend on other things besides rent, food, essential toiletries, and food. Oh, I mentioned that already. Nevertheless, I am willing to bet that if I had more money--enough to purchase large amounts of food, pay-off my automobile insurance, and the monthly lease --and be able to afford, at minimum, a week-long vacation, then I'd be happy.

I would bet, too, that if I had money to spend the way I prefer, I'd treat my friends to dinners, and movie tickets, too. I'd splurge on gifts, and share my income with more of my family members, and panhandlers, too. I'd enjoy helping my friends pay for the things they need and want in order to have fun.

It's gotten to the point where so many of my friends are struggling to do the same things I am struggling to do.

And because we are all having to spend our money just to live day-to-day, and not completely comfortably either, we seldom get to spend time together.

So, I beg to differ--money does buy happiness. It is the resource that brings us exciting fun stuffed adventures, and nearly complete bliss.