You know what’s funny? Everyone loves to say, “Money can’t buy happiness.” Oh, really? Then why do I see y’all hustling like squirrels on energy drinks, chasing every last coin as if happiness is on sale at the clearance rack? 🤔 And don’t even get me started on the “no rest” crowd. You say you don’t need money to be happy, yet you’re clocking in overtime, weekends, and possibly in your dreams too. Make it make sense!
It’s like saying, “I don’t care about looks,” while secretly doing a full skincare routine every night with products that cost more than my weekly groceries. 😅
And let’s be real, if money truly couldn’t buy happiness, why does payday feel like Christmas morning, complete with an internal choir of angels singing? You’re out here treating yourself to lattes with names so complicated they sound like Harry Potter spells—tell me that’s not joy in a cup.
But here’s the kicker: the same people saying, “Happiness is free,” are also the ones pulling their hair out over fuel prices or debating if they can afford the fancy almond milk this week. Bro, if happiness is free, why does life keep asking for payment in installments?
Let’s not forget the infamous “I don’t work for money, I work for passion” line. Oh, honey, that’s adorable. Tell me again about your passion for spreadsheets at 3 a.m., because I know it’s not the paycheck, right? Suuuuure.
But hey, no judgment here. Chase the bag! Because let’s face it—money might not buy happiness, but it sure as heck rents a luxury villa in its neighborhood. And until someone figures out how to pay bills with good vibes and free hugs, let’s just admit we’re all a little materialistic and call it a day.
Now excuse me while I go dream about being rich enough to afford guac without flinching.
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