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Money. Not unlike what is pictured here
As it happens, I've recently been thinking of ways to streamline my living experience, meaning that I've been thinking about ways in which life can be more fun for me. As the normal train of thought goes, I was thinking of how nice it would be to have a perfect day, every day. Later, you realise that the perfect day could be a lot better if you didn't have to spend nine hours of it at work. After spending a couple of moments thinking of how nice it would be if you could spend those nine hours doing something else, you happen to think about why it is that you do this annoying work thing in the first place. Ah yes, money.
Money, it turns out, is important. It is what keeps you from freezing your nuts off in the cold.
Alright, so I need to work to retain my extremities. So, the streamlining train has to take a little detour around that fact and you kinda have to be happy as that's the way it's going to be. The next thing is: "Surely, there must be a better way to make money." This made me think about what I would really like to do as a career.
Some time later I had two working concepts: First, captain of the Enterprise. You get to drink tea all day and occasionally stick it to some Romulans. If you're really creative, you might pick up some hot Borg chicks along the way. No, not possible. The other thing that I would really enjoy doing is to be a billionaire. It's like captaining the Enterprise, but without the actual Enterprise, the Romulans or having a girlfriend that can change the channel without a remote. It's the next best thing. But, no, you need a lot of money for that.
So, really, all you need is a whole crapload of money. That is until the happy train makes a stop at 'female' station. From there on, you get to the part where no amount of money is ever enough, and I'm starting to see why 'they' might have become mentally unstable.