Yes, I can smell your D&G perfume and your Gucci bag. Yeah, I heard you bought the latest iPhone. And why, yes, yes I know of your first class trip to the US. And Europe. And…even that unknown island that doesn’t really exist. Yes. I heard.
A lot of people I know have this really amazing ability to somehow always turn any conversation to themselves:
“Oh? You say you had lasagna for dinner last night? That’s great. On a completely unrelated note, OMG! I bought this really amazing top from Forever 21 yesterday!”
But you know what? I don’t care how much your clothes cost or where you’re going for your next holiday. No one does, really. Your brands don’t make you any better of a person. And if you’re trying to impress me, well, try again.
Oh, and no, the world doesn’t belong to you. I can just as easily board the next plane to LA and take photos in front of the Hollywood sign. I just don’t particularly want to at this moment, thank you.
Sure, it isn’t fair of me to assume that everyone who indulges in luxury now and then is conceited. I mean, yeah, you can like all the big brands, fair enough. I wouldn’t mind indulging in a few pretty pieces myself. And I definitely wouldn’t mind being able to travel around the world.
But there are limits.
I find it stupid the way people literally chase after these things, because honestly? It’s not worth it. What difference does it make whether I buy my clothes from Kmart or Guess? Same factory. Same material. Same look. Once you’re wearing it, no one’s going to check your label to decide how you look. It’s the way you wear it. Not how expensive it is.
For example, this is an Alexander McQueen dress:
Why does it matter how much money or how many expensive watches you have? I’m not picking on specific people, but just society in general. Why does it matter?
If money and fame was all that made the world go round, kindly explain to me why so many celebrities turn to drugs and alcohol and ultimately suicide. Your money can’t buy you happiness.
Because no matter how hard you try, you’ll never have the latest Apple iPhone. Believe me, there’ll be a new one in couple of months.
So then what’s the point? How long will you chase something that can never be caught? Will you die pursuing clouds that have no real solidity? Even when you do reach those clouds, you’ll be left standing on nothing, because that’s what clouds are. Emptiness. You won’t be happy or peaceful. You’ll just be empty. That’s all.
We’re living in a fake society. Fake standards. Fake happiness. Fake, fake, fake. We’re deluded.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not completely against all these things, but this shouldn’t be our life goals. It shouldn’t be our priorities. We can’t be sheep, just doing whatever the world tells us to do. They’re just trying to sell their products. No one particularly cares how our lives turn out.
I wish people would just focus on the important things in life. Like maybe how so many people are dying of starvation out there while you steadily throw your money around.
And most importantly, your money won’t buy you friends. Not real friends, anyway. So at the end of the day, who’re you trying to impress?