I've known this all along

Yes, money does buy happiness, researcher finds



“Money can’t buy happiness,” the old saying goes.

Yes it does, says the latest research on the subject.

A psychologist at the University of Pennsylvania’s Wharton School tackled the matter and concluded that, yup, having more cash is totally a recipe for good times.

“Higher incomes are associated with both feeling better day-to-day and being more satisfied with life overall,” Matthew Killingsworth determined in a paper on the matter.

It’s tempting to say, “Dude, you needed an academic study for this?” But in fact Killingsworth was testing an earlier study that found the money-happiness correlation appeared to plateau around the $75,000 level.

That is, if you made more than $75,000 a year, you probably wouldn’t feel any happier.

Killingsworth’s finding: Yeah, you will.

He determined that there’s actually no plateau when it comes to earnings. The more you make, the happier you’ll probably be.

https://ktla.com/news/money-smart/yes-money-does-buy-happiness-researcher-finds/

The most money I ever grossed in one year was three million dollars. Not bad for a college drop out, right??

I was giddy for sure, but working 75 to 80 hours a week and travelling tens of thousand miles a year to achieve it in the end wasn't worth all the bother.

Of course, having a partner that spent what we dragged in faster than a pack of raccoons attacking the dumpster behind any given fast food joint didn't help matters.

Did I live better??

Simple answer yes - nice homes, condos, cars - but my family life was the shits. Not worth all the time and effort to provide "creature comforts" because I rarely was around for quality time with them.

When that business closed, I went to work for a real tyrant - a self made man for peanut wages, but that job was pure hell. I can't believe I stuck it out for 25 years. I did so because of the empathy I had for his hundreds of employees that he basically shit on. I put out more fires than hires. Wowser.

Found myself falling in love with my mistress of ten years, who had no clue how much money I had made, nor how much money was lost through foolish actions. Her kids loved me for the simple pleasures like a walk in the zoo ending with a cone from Dairy Queen.

I then started my own business, vowing to never be an asshole.

One thing I truly I am proud of was that I was able to provide jobs for 40 employees and their families lived OK.

OK that is, until 9-11, anthrax scares, and when Obama was elected, that was the final nail in the coffin.

I should have taken early retirement when I had a few bucks saved up LOL

I look back often at the "fat" years enough to realize you can only eat one meal at a time, and two or three a day is normal.

You can only rest your head on a pillow at a time, no matter how ginormous a bed you sleep on, and cotton sheets are truly more warm than silk ones. And one vehicle is sometimes two too many.

And while I either spent or paid in taxes 99 cents outta every dollar my fingers ever touched, I still eat (too much) and nap more than a man has a need to.

Twenty years of retirement - including five years of not taking a salary - and paying off bills during that time, was not fun, but:

Life, is good.

I've done so well my bank account looks like a phone number!



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