Along with the wife, our collective net worth peaked about 5 years ago at nearly $60,000 in the black, including all the music gear I could pawn off. No debts, two functional automobiles, money in the bank. Today, even with a chunk or two in our savings, a meager retirement fund, and plenty of shit I could hock, after buying a house and securing The American Dream, that figure is now
negative $180,000 or less, depending on current eBay fees.
What does all this mean? NOTHING! It's all Monopoly Money, the entire global economy is completely made up, and has been for
more than four centuries. When my house explodes I merely wave a small plastic card at the service person, and life continues on. Same thing happens when I get hungry, I drive my personal transportation device (made of and powered by liquified dinosaurs) to ye olde local foodhole, and subsequently fill my pantry with whatever I shall choose.
Numbers move here, then bounce over there. Our equally broke upbringings (me the spawn of two desert rats without money, her a refugee from the Old Country without anything) that always taught us
conserve, dammit! from a very early age, and helped us build such a massive Castle Of Credit that we could sustain our particular chunk of this fiasco for quite some time without too much worry, barring major employment or physical disasters of course. Which doesn't make me happy, sad, angry, enraptured, or anything else beyond a slight sense of underlying derision toward the system as a whole, but mostly accepting it and its whacky ways nonetheless.
Sure, it's just a big farce. But we've all agreed to take part, tacitly or otherwise. Except you lucky dogs who live off the grid. You might be crazy, but it's that intelligent kind of crazy, which takes guts. And that is to be respected. Much more so than I deserve by playing by all these stupid fucking rules.