A note on Monopoly
12/3/13 I always sucked at monopoly. Truly. All I wanted was the railroads and to collect $200 for passing go.
Kind of applies to my own life when you think about it. I think it’s more than having poor and misguided strategy. There is something about me that fundamentally disagrees or, at least feels super uncomfortable with,the basic principles of economics. Maybe I am also uncomfortable with the weight of the system and with the extent it consumes life on earth. It fuels our production, our health, our culture. Everything is money. The condition inspires psychosis in people. We obsess. Money factors into everything we do and most decisions we make.
Scary enough, but it does feel quite natural, wouldn’t you say? I might. Scenario: I want to go visit mom and dad, I’m going to ‘buy’ a ticket. Harmless enough, there are salaries to pay and planes to build, fuel and maintain.
It’s more than that. There is the constant arithmetic of it. Countless moments of balancing checkbooks. Constant reminders of student loans not getting paid. Holidays alone, untold stories.
Self loathing as it is, I hate having to hide it. I kinda feel like I was set up and steered wrong. I took bad advice and, in my most painful realities, I made unknown decisions that had tragic financial consequences.
