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Oh it most certainly can. I was a sad little boy before I “made it”
It’s the freedom (and medical care/time)
When I was deep in the rat race I couldn’t find time to take care of myself and drank heavily. I self isolated, not going out or dating to save money.

I’d try to get to the gym or bike/ be healthy but innevitabally id have a rough day and fall back into the slob trap.

When I finally had that first big transfer, and saw all those digits, it was the greatest bliss even every drug I’ve ever tried couldn’t compare to. Even the best drugs you know will fade, but godamn man. Not many people can claim they were literally the happiest person on earth at some point in their life. But I know for a fact I was that day.

I still get the blues, sure. I see all the fucked up shit in the world or think about friends I’ve lost.
When my lizard died, who was there from the beginning, even when I was homeless in my car for a few months, I shut myself in for weeks. Genuine fucking grief.

But with money, you have the time and resources to snap yourself out of a funk. After the second week I decided I needed a change of scenery. I couldn’t be bothered to pack anything. Or even book a flight. I simply drove to the airport, looked at the next flights, swiped my card and got lifted away. Atlanta for some reason, I had never been.
Got there and rented a car, a nice hotel, shopped around, scrolled tinder, and had a wonderful night with a cute black chick. Woke up the next morning cured of grief.

I’m doing something similar right now. I’ve just had the blues for a few days, so am at the gate about to visit my sister and niece and posting on 4chan. Thanks for reading my blog. Pic related