Enjoyment? Heck I even work from home. My car is a toy, and sits unused in my garage for 95% of the time. It probably costs me $12,382,818,826 a year, and gets 20 miles to the hogshead and all of that. Do I care? Honestly not really.

My investment portfolios? Up 15% one year, down 20% the next year, up 5% the next year, then down 10%. You factor inflation in there, and it doesn't amount to shit. So that $50k my car cost? Might be $100k this year, $50k next year, and so on. Just like my house. Worth $425k last year, now it's suddenly worth $600k, then it'll be worth $400 when oil shits the bed, then it'll be worth $609k.

My point is, can't I at least have some damn hapiness somewhere? 8 years of school, I'm a millenial (borderline), so I pretty much don't have fuck all to work with, and never have or will. I was in debt to my eyeballs for a decade, so I could have a job afterwards, and have the things I want in life. Which means I'm a decade behind. And you only live once, or so logic leads us to believe anyways. You can't take it with you. So live it up. And keep your hands off my car.