An Open Letter

I bought a really nice monitor for the first time in my life, and I can’t help but feel disappointed with it. I spent a thousand dollars on it, which is an astronomical amount of money – all for it to be just a pain and something that doesn’t even really make me happy. I’m super thankful for the financial flexibility and freedom I’ve gotten, but at the same time I’ve weirdly realized how spending this money doesn’t really make me much happier. At least not in the immediate sense, maybe the overall quality of life increases which does have a factor – it’s nice to have things like shelves and organizers and fancy bedframes, but it’s not like any of these things individually made me jump for joy. Out of all the things in the world to complain about this is such a nice problem to have, but it’s still a problem I guess. I feel bad about seeming insensitive around it, especially when I know that to a lot of my friends money is a pain point, and something that I’ve gotten some shade thrown at me for. I know that it’s not really coming from a place of malice or anything like that, but rather just an inherent kickback to seeing how something that’s a big stressor or issue for them is not for me, the same way I feel that jealousy for other aspects in life. It’s so strange how important money is.