I have a good deal to be thankful for. However, like many discontent, searching souls with thoughts gallivanting in my head, I think about that ‘more of’ stuff that I want. Take money, for instance.

If I had more money, and I mean around 5 million dollars or so, I’d be free to roam about the planet to make another 5 million. Based on those numbers, I could say it sucks golf balls to be a thousandnaire but it sucks worse to be worse than that. As a thousandnaire, you get clumped in with people you want to do better than. Everybody’s fighting for space to be seen by the millionaires and to be downright frank about it, the thousandnaires are getting on my nerves. I’m tired of being amongst them.

They’re out here talking about I got this, I got that and I’m going here, I’m going there. Go the hell on then! Millionaires, or at least the kind I’d be, don’t talk about it so much as doing it. Thousandnaires, on the other hand, think they’re so much better than each other. It doesn’t help that you try to separate yourself from the rest of them, you’re still a thousandnaire and the other thousandnaires know it. But you hate they know it. The job you go to day in and out lets everybody else know you have way less than 5 million dollars in the bank, and again, this sucks.

How does the thousandnaire relieve him or herself from the fact that their ideas cost more than what’s in their bank account? Well, they pride themselves of high moral character, volunteer with Meals on Wheels or something of that nature. They have potlucks, sing church hymns and wear their favorite millionaires on t-shirts. They do all manner of feel good things. They even fall in love with other thousandnaires and raise children on that same amount.

If that sounds all well and good to you, I’d much rather be the face on the t-shirt. I don’t see a problem with having a lot more to be thankful for.

Quote of the Day…It takes nothing to join the crowd. It takes everything to stand alone.