I had been wanting to see “The Big Short” for a while. Today, I found that it was still at a theater downtown, so I biked over to see it. Like most people, I pretty much knew the story. I’ve read a bunch of Michael Lewis books, though I can’t remember if I actually read “The Big Short” or just lived through it. Anyway, I thought it would be good and it was. How I judge if a movie is good or not is based on how much I’m thinking about the movie after it’s over. And, let me tell you, all I’ve been thinking about is this movie and I’m completely depressed.
I have written this paragraph a few times and can’t quite find the words for what I want to say. I guess I’m just amazed at the level of greed in the world. It reminds me of how my Dad used to say people would always praise “the almighty dollar”. I just don’t remember this level of greed when I was growing up. I’m sure there were greedy people, but I don’t remember the idea of being rich being such a big deal. And the thought of screwing anyone to get money. Do I want to be rich? I guess I do, but rich to me is having my mortgage paid off. It’s funny, but I have told one of my brothers that I thought we were already rich and he basically laughed at me. I’m comparing myself to people making the average salary in the US, which I thought was around $50k. I make more than that, so I figure I’m rich. However, my bro makes quite a bit more than me and is around people who make more than him. So comparing himself to his peers, he doesn’t feel rich. Anyway, “The Big Short” is all about people at the top 1%, which neither of us are. So comparing ourselves to them, we’re nothing.
I’ve just reread what I wrote and I feel like I’m rambling. So I’m going to stop as I’m still depressed. This post is just fertilizer for the blog. I’m just depressed about the world and wanted to do something. Maybe I’ll come up with a real plan to do something later.