Next Friday I depart to enjoy my third summer holiday of 2018. It’s a long story. In three parts.
Wump already starts today. She’s been counting down the days for about a month now. I think she’s finally beginning to get school.
My folks arrive next Thursday. I’m considering making my summer-holiday hiatus a thing, since they’re going to be living in my bar and blocking my writing space, and they’re here for ten days, after which I have my actual holiday. So maybe I’ll just drop off the blogosphere for four weeks. Let’s see.
I’m officially all financially recovered from my 40th birthday party. Whoever said money can’t buy happiness was obviously a rich moron who had never been down to the wire and then received an “incentive bonus”. Gotta say I’m feeling pretty incentivised right now.
And tonight apparently we’re playing Deadpool Monopoly. So there’s that.
– posted from my Huawei mobile phone while on the bus.
I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends.
Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages?
I am Hatboy.
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Yeah, I think the truth about money and happiness is there’s a certain amount of money that, the closer you get to it, DOES provide more happiness. Then, past that point the returns are less than diminishing. From what I see second-hand, I would argue the progression of happiness often reverses itself if you keep going. But that’s a person-dependent result. Also, it depends how much your friends and relatives ruin your life with the mooching etc. But barring that, I think I can safely say no amount of monetary infusion would result in a decrease in MY happiness.
But, I have what I need. More, probably. Despite the shit going on right now, I know I have it pretty good. Cheers!
There’s probably a way to plot money and happiness on axes and make a graph. I imagine it would be an exponential curve levelling out at the top. Maybe even curving back down like a parabola. Which would make money and happiness an X2 function.
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Also I think it would be -x^2 if I remember my high school maths classes correctly. Up, curve, down.
Right, -x^2, but then we have to shift it up to correspond to some positive level of happiness because that curve is tangential to 0 and is otherwise negative for all values of y. So call happiness at its max H. And then of course we need to shift the WHOLE curve to the right, or at least enough of it, so that we’re only talking about positive money. So using M for the monetary shift…oh wait we also have to adjust the parabola based on scientific research so that the shape better approximates the upwards and downwards sloping happiness, so call that shaping factor S.
Then we have y = -(S(x+M))^2 + H OHMYGODWHATHAVEYOUDONE
Gah. Leaving now.
You should call it the SMH equation.
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