...but then I started thinking about where that money had gone, and realized that fully 25% of that 2/3 (so about 1/6 of the total amount) had gone simply towards paying taxes--income tax and government rent--on that inheritance.
So, in fact, I've really only spent about half of it on living expenses for the past 17 months. That includes, by the way, the hospital bills I ran up last year with my nuthatchery, the total of which came to--by itself--close to $3,000.
Excluding my interest in the real estate, it wasn't that huge of a stack of money to begin with. I'm nowhere near the same league as my ex-GF from Iowa, who went through $120k in about two years.
Nor are either of us in Levi Johnson's league. The kid's blown a million dollars and is now penniless again.
(I say "kid" advisedly. My niece is about the same age as he is, only she has sense. She's not a kid. Levi Johnson, however, is.)
If I had been given a million bucks--especially a million after taxes--in 2008, or any year subsequent up until and including last year, there's no way I would have spent two thirds of it by now.
...though I would have a new computer, and possibly a new motorcycle. But I wouldn't have spent any $600,000 on anything. Even a house. (Not even in aggregate.)
Over and above any of that, however--
In Bible study, every week we get a status update about one member's brother, who's got lung cancer. The chemo costs $18,000 per treatment, and he has a co-pay; this is draining the man's savings with startling rapidity. The chemo has made him physically weak; on his way in for a treatment last week his legs gave out and he landed face-first on a curb, knocking out most of his teeth. To top it all off, once he got home from that he discovered that his dog had died.
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME? I'm whining over a bunch of stupid crap! What an ungrateful fucking slob I am!