Ah, here we go. Something I’ll enjoy writing about.
11. If I Won The Lottery
Ok, so let’s say the winnings was 50 million in whatever currency you’re used to. I’m not one that spends a lot of money as it is, but I think I would go through the selective usage of “blowing money”. Spend obscene crap on shit I’d actually use. Asian mentality ennit. I think this is how it’d pan out.
-20 million for charitable purposes. There seems to be increasing coverage on how charities use money to fund the charities to keep going with a very small percentage of it actually going towards resources for people who need it. Obviously it’s split across the spectrum of whether the funding is like that because that’s how harsh the real world is atm, or because of the CEO’s being dicks, but that’s your prerogative. I’d spend it on like shit that people need. Like build water reserves, or spend it on bricks and shit to help rebuild broken down areas. Or provide big ass food parties or something. I’d hire people too. Sort out their accomodation if need me. 20 million would be nothing to help, but it’d offer some sort of refuge. And yes, I would give 20 million, in case you were wondering. Money is pretty easy to spend on other people for me regardless of my situation. I’m not expecting any “oh you’re so moral” kinda crap, purely because in my head I believe that everyone should do that for each other, but clearly the world isn’t like that.
-10 million on family and friends. My mom would obviously get the lion’s share (or should that be lioness’s?) with 5 mill. My closest friends would get half a million each. If they can’t turn that into any more money and expected more than half a mill I’d be seriously disappointed for them. Whatever is left would be given on little cousins and other relatives/friends/past work colleagues/people who I don’t talk to but gave me help on what help they needed with. Bills, new car, new tv, shit like that.
-5 million on property development/stock market and 5 million chilling in the bank. I might have 50 million but I don’t want to be left with nothing again. I’d wanna keep that run going. So I’d buy houses and rent em off for university students or something. I’d probably get like 1 big ass swanky house for event renting and shit like that. The 5 mill in the bank would be emergency money and would have to be used as an absolute last resort. The longer I resist, the more I’ll get from APR.
-15 million on whatever the fuck I want. Namely parties. And recreational highs. And doing high class YouTube videos. And I’d spend it on stupid stuff that would actually be used. Like my very own underground indoor football pitch. Or a cinema. Or a DJ booth where I can practice my own shit. And obviously a games room. One for the kids, and one for the bigger kids, we call them adults. I’m not very supercars-y, but I’d probably get one. But I’m only driving it if I get my own racetrack too. I don’t trust myself in public in a supercar. Mainly because I can imagine people shouting at me that I’m not using it “properly”. I’m Mr Safety in terms of driving. I’m the kinda guy that’d make you wear the seatbelt at the back even if you don’t give a shit. I ain’t having your life on my hands like that, take the bus if you’re so adamant. Or maybe I’d get Blue to fly over 5ever so I don’t have to put up with the bullshit everytime she has to fly back to ‘Murica. Or I’d go there 6ever. Whatever. I rarely have these childish stupid thoughts. I blame her. Fuck, I just realised I blog about her too much. That’s gonna stop now. Cuz I got a rep to keep up, don’t want people thinking my insults and put downs are all lies. Anyway. I’d flash the dosh, but I wouldn’t necessarily be THAT stupid with it. Like buying a ring worth 2 million just because, that’d be effort to carry around on my finger. Oh, actually, I’d also give like a grand to some of the bloggers I follow on here. Might as well. If you’re cocky enough to think this applies to you, then you’re probably right. But don’t get happy, I haven’t won the lottery, or probably ever will. Feel free to use this as receipt of some kind if I get super rich via other means.
12. Favourite Quote
My nearest and dearest friends know that I absolutely have an unhealthy obsession with Trainspotting. It’s my favourite book and film of all time. So it’s an easy quote for me. It’s actually two different quotes, but actually make more sense as a pair.
So in the first part of the film, the protagonist (Renton) starts off with,
“Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else.”
Cue all the bullshit that happens to him in the film. Avoiding all the spoilers for your sake there if you haven’t seen the film (which you REALLY should). Anyway, at the end of the film, Renton then says:
“The truth is that I’m a bad person. But, that’s gonna change – I’m going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. Now I’m cleaning up and I’m moving on, going straight and choosing life. I’m looking forward to it already. I’m gonna be just like you. The job, the family, the fucking big television. The washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electric tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisure wear, luggage, three piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by, looking ahead, the day you die.”
He’s a heroin addict. But I just like the idea he wants to break free even though there’s an element of uncertainty because of a potential relapse. But. I don’t know. Renton’s words were pretty powerful to me personally, I guess I saw his struggle as similar to my own. Not that I am, or ever was, a heroin addict. I’m not THAT wild.