I was putting on my clothes (fresh out of the dryer), and my jeans were very warm. 'I' fell out of my boxers and burned my 'self' on the zipper. That wasn't very vulgar unless you read between the lines. Ouch
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Being a yuppie is all about not caring about being materialistic and not being embarassed that you have a few more extra dollars than the next guy. It's about buying the crap that you don't need and were previously too cool to admit that you really wanted like front loader washing machines, wide screen tv's and aluminum wheels.
Then again, I bought the crap that I didn't need but really wanted the day I became a yuppie and it just ended up made me a regretful prick.
I got some money, and then I bought some stuff that made my life more comfortable/convenient, and magically-- I was happier. Not that I was unhappy on any fundmental level before; I like my life pretty well. But the stuff I got? Yeah, I was happier with it than without. I mean, the things I 'have' that I value the most aren't available for sale at any price, other than sitting down and paying some dues, but having nice stuff is, well, nice. And being cool or bohemian is just classism's ugly stepchild. It's no different than conspicuous consumption; you're just using another metric to demonstrate that you better than everyone else.
PS: Dude. You absolutely must buy a motorcycle. You must. You were destined to do this and you've just been denying it your whole life.
As I go through life, I see paths before me, and I recall paths that I could have taken that would have had a profound effect on who I am and where I went. For instance, I once considered dropping out and enlisting in the military.
Before me now lies the path of the two wheeler. I occasionaly read motorcycle publications and have found a few bikes that I really like and could see myself on. HOWEVER. I know myself well enough that this path is also the wheelie-crash-lost-an-arm path. I do not have the self control not to try to push a motorcycle to it's limits.
It is for this reason that I choose 4 wheels and airbags.
No, no, you just take it to the track, dude. Safe as houses. Riding on the street is mostly an exercise in constructive paranoia and restraint. Where else can you buy something that will do 0-60 in 3.7 seconds, and a quarter-mile in just a hair over 11, for $3000? Nowhere, baby.
Then again, I bought the crap that I didn't need but really wanted the day I became a yuppie and it just ended up made me a regretful prick.
Don't use your new found yuppie powers for evil.
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PS: Dude. You absolutely must buy a motorcycle. You must. You were destined to do this and you've just been denying it your whole life.
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Before me now lies the path of the two wheeler. I occasionaly read motorcycle publications and have found a few bikes that I really like and could see myself on. HOWEVER. I know myself well enough that this path is also the wheelie-crash-lost-an-arm path. I do not have the self control not to try to push a motorcycle to it's limits.
It is for this reason that I choose 4 wheels and airbags.
BUT. There is a happy medium:
http://www.openwheelers.com.au/videos/Top_Gear_Ariel_Atom_2_Full_segment.mpg
I just need to come up with a $17,000 down payment. *sigh*
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