at least in my mind this echos similar to the philosophy “can’t be with the one that you love, so love the one that you’re with” except with much more cynic authority and not really so much to do with love.
misery loves money, or more so the miserable love money…but to have it even more accurate, “the miserable need money”. this is to say that people are willing to put up with just about any circumstances in order to be economically productive, which includes taking on and fulfilling miserable or degrading jobs. of course, money is/has power. it is sometimes the key determinate to opinions, questions, needs and wants but it wields way too much power. i absolutely hate my dependency on it. i hate the necessary avenue of having to disposition myself in order to earn a paycheck by doing something that i quite literately could not give a rat’s ass about. and that makes me miserable. because of my need for money i am forced to give up an internship that i would have without a doubt enjoyed and also move away from twin sister. also, in order to do this job, i have to move back home, which to all of my distaste is crowded, junky, cluttered, dissipating, claustrophobic and reeling with egos and opinionated individuals. i have to give up so much for the all mighty dollar when it does absolutely nothing for me. it shrinks in value while the prices of goods heighten and it turns me into a materialistic fiend and a needy individual. america’s relationship with money reads like the diary of a battered person, with a vicious cycle of give and take with their abuser except no virtual means of escape. thanks a lot cruel money.