excuse me, can I see your watch

Does it matter what type of watch you wear? Does it matter what brand of shoes you wear? Does it matter what kind of car you drive? I met a man today whose system of judging a person’s worth as a human being was based on the size of his bank balance and he didn’t mind letting me know how much he made a year, and how much was in his bank balance, and what type of car he drove. And this was only 2 minutes after we met. I have to add, he did apologise for his shoes. Apparently he didn’t have on his expensive shoes because he just need something comfortable on for this occasion. Why this guy felt compelled to disclose this information to me, I don’t know.

A female in the group, turned to me and said: “I bet YOU drive a flash car.” She couldn’t have been more wrong as any of my friends will tell.

I tend to agree with Tyler Durden: “You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis.”

And anyone who does think they are those things is a first rate clown in my book. A rich clown, mind you, but a clown nonetheless. It just seems plain silly to tie your identity up in transient material things. And it’s all transient when you think about it properly.

There’s nothing wrong with owning stuff as long as you don’t let the stuff own you.

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