If you had a million dollars and no questions asked, what would you do?
This is the sort of thing you dream about when you watch crappy reality shows and think how great life would be if you won one of those. But I’ve been thinking about it and I’ve come to the conclusion that I must be the most boringly non-materialistic person on this earth. I can’t think of much I’d like to do.
I mean, I’d love to travel, of course. But the kind of travel I enjoy doesn’t need a million dollars – it just needs a complete abandonment of responsibilities.
I like to buy books and I never grudge money spent on books – but how many books can you read in one lifetime anyway? Besides, I’ve run out of bookshelf space in the house.
So, buy a new house? Well, it’s not as much fun as you’d think.
New car? New bike? New camera? Nope. I don’t get excited by a thing just because it’s new. I like my old faithfuls and if they work and they work for me, that’s all I want.
Clothes? CDs? Music system? Nope – see above. Yes, that goes for clothes too.
Furniture? Furnishings? A fancy bed or mirror or chest of drawers? Nope – I like my living space spartan. Well, perhaps a Laz-y-Boy (or however you spell it)… but then, you need to have the entire set-up to go with it, and we just don’t have the space in our little 3-bedroom apartment.
Gadgets! Computers. Mobile phones. TV, fridge, microwave. Nope. I like my new Nokia 5800 Xpress Music because it works like a pocket PC for me. I hardly use it as a phone. My desktop works – most of the time. I don’t need newer, smaller, better. And as for the white goods, I don’t need newer, shinier, bigger either. They all look just as mundane after a week or two.
Jewellery? Every woman’s secret desire, a solitaire? Naaaah. Not for me.
So here’s my dilemma – now I’m earning money again, I just don’t know what to spend it on. Oh well, Landmark, here I come.