Hmm, interesting question, with a nice variety of answers; I'm a whiz at mathematics, but my grasp of money and relative values is roughly on par with RainMan's. There've been many moments in my life where someone has asked me how much something cost me, and I honestly answer that I don't know, whatever I paid for it? I'm in a fortunate position; I just make more money that I spend, and everything just works itself out; but the money that I happen to have, I'm pretty cavalier with. Gods, I don't even want to think about how much I spend on coffee in a month. Or even gasoline. My ex was always kind enough to do our taxes for us.
I have a friend who's very into the stock market and related analysis; but whenever he starts talking to me about it, it just sounds like "Blah blah blah" (which is not at all his fault - the subject simply can't hold my attention, as much as I try to be interested). In any case, something has always made me nervous about the vapid nature of stocks; I like things that are tangible. And if something has no practical use to me, I generally ascribe little value to it; diamonds are a great example of this (unless we're talking drilling or sharpening). They're pretty, but WTF? I guess some folks are easily dazzled by little sparkly things. Which is not to say that I do not have my own, uh, toy fetish? But if anyone ever asks me what good my sword collection is, I just look at them and say, "Zombies. Duh?" It's funny how most people think that's a joke, but I take zombie preparedness very seriously.
Good fortune,
- Icarus likes pointy things, not shiny things...
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