Zufrieden - Content

Most people are rarely ever content with what they have. It’s all about getting that bigger house, that more expensive car and that additional piss-irritating, spoilt child. Financial success is the only success in the eyes of most because that’s what they’ve been brought up to believe. My grandma was discussing the suitability of my eighteen year old cousin’s boyfriends based on their economic backgrounds - dumping the rich guy was of course a bad idea. When I asked why that should matter, she said something about not wanting her to suffer the hardships she’d experienced starting a family when you’re poor. So snag yourself a well-off partner for guaranteed contentment, or failing that, you can at least be miserable with plenty of fancy material goods. Personally, and I’m aware this sounds like the line any prospect-lacking pauper would give, I’d rather do what makes me happy and live a frugal existence than live a lavish one doing something uninspiring and dreary. That’s not to say if I somehow made a load of money doing something enjoyable I’d be upset, just that the pursuit of cash certainly wouldn’t have driven me to it. Aaaaanyway, It’s clear the content of this piece had taken a turn for the dull, so will attempt to rescue it by conjuring the image of two escaped gay prisoners on a camping trip, snuggled together, cosy and in high spirits inside a crude canvass shelter - their content. Okay, so they didn’t have to be homosexuals, they could have been a married couple who went on a murderous rampage because their piss-irritating spoilt child burned down their massive house and stole their most expensive car. But I watched Sean Penn in Milk last night, so I‘ve got gay on the brain. Nuff said.