I went to a real estate auction tonight. I feel sick.
One of the places I looked on the weekend was on the block along with three others. I had no plans to bid, just watching. There was about one hundred people there and seating for sixty.
I hate these things. An auction is such a vulgar process. As I stood at the back of that room I felt surrounded by greed.
I think that I have an abnormal perception of money. Perhaps it should mean more to me than it does. Am I alone in the feeling that money or assests have absolutly nothing to do with success or happiness?
9:12:48 PM 
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