digging gold

Being ganged up by three gold diggers is a very new and interesting experience for me. I’ve never cared about my personal worth, nor did I ever attracted anyone due to my personal worth. It had always been my character… it left me feeling like an object.

I managed to deflect a few of their interrogations and turned it around back to them, but everytime I succeeded in doing so, another would just ask the question again:” So… you still haven’t told us how much you are spending on your trip to Vienna”.

Afterwards I reflected back on the “why” of differences in what turns women on between different cultures. I realized that it has alot to do with what the “norm” chases after. As a norm, people here struggles throughout their life to acquire money and understands more the hardship that one has to endure to get a scrap of riches or to keep oneself from hunger. When all that the government would do for a homeless person is to say “Screw you”, people are scared of reaching that stage. Death seems nicer than a life of hard work. Suicide is as natural as a walk in the park. Not often, but not surprising either.