All I care about is money.
And women. And drugs.
And nothing else.
But most importantly it's money because money enables everything else for me. I am like king Midas but without the money. There's never enough money. I wake up i think about money. I go to bed I think about money. When I sleep, I do not dream. I wake up again. 💰💰💰💰💰
But hey, at least I'm not lying. I know plenty of extreme lost causes denying their bottomless insanity. They utilize violence just to have it their way or being right (even if they're objectively wrong).
If you know me, you'll know, that I used to live in Germany. I'm not joking when I say this but where I lived we actually had a good aquapark in the open in the city, that was affordable and looked something similar to this.
I used to go there a few times when I was able to collect enough coins for it (note - I was the poorest kid in school). In fact even the tourists love it. That aquapark is called the Further mare. Earlier it was cheaper for 5 EUR but now it's more expensive. Last time I was there (and any aquapark for that matter) was sometime in 2008.
Then after my parents made the poor decision to move to the poor east I "lived" similarly to this.
This country is so poor there is literally no middle class here. The only rich here are the business owners (CEO's) and the government mafia. Every job here pays the same, be it a receptionist or an oil rig worker. Hell even prostitutes in erotic massage parlors here make more money than the average local software developer (and I work in IT). Metaphorically speaking what my parents did was trading in a Mercedes for a Ford.
There's still no way back for me unless I get a job offer back in Europe.
I will spare you the huge amounts of details (starvation, abuse, neglect...) but missing the "luxurious" moments I spent in that aquapark (or other places for recreation) and no longer being able to go back there (or anything similar to that) for like 10+ years long while observing some of my peers going on their 2.nd vacation out of country (*I* moved to a city in 2015 to observe this) did drive me insane.
So when I would get asked "Are you insane?" I think in my head like "Am I not supposed to be insane?".
I also feel like I never met a dollar I didn't like. Can't say the same about humans.
I am determined to get back to Europe and get rich, so I won't end up like this again. It will be just me, myself and I alias Unit1, a one man army from nothing to something and eventually to the wealth. I have nothing else to lose of what I didn't lose. Now we're talking about insanity.