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"Money - Like Vodka - Can Do Crazy Things" ~Unknown

Can money buy happiness? A topic that has been debated for quite some time now, is becoming more and more relevant to my everyday life. Maybe it's because I've never had as much money as I wanted, or maybe it's that I've always wanted to spend more than I've had. Regardless of how I got here, money (or in my case, lack thereof) is a dominant part of my everyday life. A recent study done by a sociologist found that financially richer people tend to be happier than those who are poorer. After so many arguments saying that money can't buy happiness, now we have studies showing that those with more money are both physically and mentally healthier (wouldn't we all be though if we could afford it?). This is very interesting to me, because I for one am someone who very much enjoys shopping, especially when I'm feeling depressed. Nothing that a cute outfit can't fix, right? I can't help but think of Fat Bastard and his predicament with eating. Do I spend money because I'm unhappy or am I unhappy because I'm spending money I don't have? Quite the little catch-22 I've gotten myself into. Maybe it's a combination of both, but either way, keeping up with the "Jones's" if you will, is getting harder and harder. I'm not really going anywhere with these thoughts... just getting them out of my head. Now they're into yours, let them stir around in there for a little bit and see what you think about the money issue. And remember, "Money - like vodka - can do crazy things."

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