Now that I'm in my 40's there is so much less that I care about. That's a good thing. We are brainwashed from birth to believe that the only things that make us successful are good looks, money, and material things.
I watch in quasi-amusement now at those striving for material riches and climbing the corporate ladder. They trip all over themselves to make the right "connections" at cocktail parties. The ass-kissing is nauseating along with their ever-agreeing-yes-men-bobble heads sucking up to those they feel can advance their career.
I love my humble appearance and nondescript possessions. That way I know the people who talk to me at cocktail parties are at least genuine in making conversation with me.
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