Captive of Commercialism

Tell us about the one luxury item you wish you could afford, in as much detail as you can. Paint a picture for us.

Source: Keeping up with the Jones’

A not-so-entertaining, but arguably practical answer I have for that question would be: anything. I would like anything that is considered a luxury and is worth enough money for me to put on investment and live off of it for the rest of my life while I write, read and study random, unprofitable stuff.

That only makes me sound like a total lazyass prick, innit?

I should reiterate that the system has decided that what I am interested in doing is of no value and that I can only do whatever it is I want only if I was not born classless or tasteless. Oh, and with the proper amount of money, of course.

But to pick one specific item, I shared this conversation with a friend over Skype last night, and we both agree that in the condition we are in now, a functional private jet will be just the luxury item we need. What we mean by “functional” is that not only is the plane available, but also with the whole crew, enough fuel as well as all the care and maintenance needed for it to be constantly ready whenever we need to use it. It goes without saying that we were too immersed in imagining the prospect of being able to freely visit each other as we are currently continents apart. We reckoned it would be great for us to be able to fly home whenever we feel like it without having to worry too much whether affordable tickets are available. And with a little more sum of money enough for tickets, food and shelter for at least 2 to 3 days, we’ll be able to fly to Florida for the Wizarding World of Harry Potter experience. Oh yeah.

Yes, yes, flimsy shit. Face it, everyone has at least that one stupidly trivial stuff that cost a fortune, and if the chance is there, they would definitely grab it by the horns.

I guess the term “luxury items” not only illustrate “extremely expensive tools only available for the privileged few”, but also entail “means ensuring efficiency and absolute comfort to those possessing them”. Naturally, people will be drawn to it, especially with how they are portrayed by the media in grandeur, prestige and effortlessness. And for peasants, like me, it would be much like moths gravitating towards fire; breaking bones day and night to afford them, only to be too old or sick to enjoy them, or if one is lucky to be fit enough to gain one, one would aim for another. And thus the cycle begins again until it rots one’s body and soul.

I guess that is the cue for me to stop all this imagining-the-highly-exorbitant to save me from the flames of Mammon about to devour me. Time to head back to the reasonable, little pleasures in life still within my reach.

Now, where is my copy of the Prisoner of Azkaban?