Through a series of mental tangents on the 4 block walk to the gym this morning, I’ve ascertained that I make too much money.1 Due to my agreement with B, last year and this year he will receive roughly 20% of my income. Another 15% will go to pay the mortgage for the house in Denver (the house in Austin pays for itself). Another 15% pays for my apartment here in Seattle. In short, I live luxuriously2 off of 50% of my income — not accounting for taxes.
I fully recognize how fortunate this makes me. I like to think I share my good fortune with those around me, but perhaps I should do so a bit more actively. The moral of this post for the reader is that due to the above I view money is a thing to share with others for the mutual enjoyment of all — reciprocity for meals and events for which I pick up the tab is not at all expected.
1.1 Although the 3rd line of the chrous should be “It’s like a guy too handsome, with too-hot abs” ;)
2 I at least feel that I live luxuriously, but that’s likely because I don’t place importance in things, and thus live rather modestly by most American’s standards. John Martin – I swear we’re bothers by another mother.