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Originally posted by Sidd Finch
Boring, boring, and more boring. I would lose my mind.
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My old man's semi-retired. He reads about four novels a week and plays with his invetsments online. He's gotten dramatically more interesting since he left the fucking rat race. We always thought he'd go nuts becaus he was a workaholic. I tbelieve he's had an epipiphany wherein he realized there's a lot more to life than thinking you're a big dick swinging motherfucker businessman.
I am ambitious as hell, but I'm also not stupid enough to think any of the shit I fiddle with during the day to make money is important. Unless you write a great novel, make a movie or change the face of society through some innovation or polictiacl movement, none of what you do matters in 100 years.
I just want the money. I couldn't care less about any of the accolades, titles or whather anyone respects or admires me. Frankly, I think it'd be more fun to be notorious than admired. But either way, what does it matter what a bunch of people who'll be dead in 50 years think of another person who'll be dead in 50 years?
Enjoy your family and friends. thats all that matters. I plant to haunt any son of abitch who refers to me as a "lawyer" upon my passing. In fact, I will have a provision placed in my will that anyone who refers to me as a "lawyer" or my career be barred from the after funeral reception or inheriting anything.
