The finer things

There's nothing wrong with appreciating the finer things in life. Lately, with my new found wealth, I've been enjoying the niceties of existence, such as my new digital camera, my new Swiss made watch, and other joys like writing my notes in the hospital with my Waterman pen. It's a nice $40 Waterman rollerball that I got as a graduation present. It's been sitting in the back of my closet for years, and I finally thought that damn, it's about time I broke it out and started using it.

I used to feel a little guilty about all this capitalistic excess, but not so much anymore, because there's something about the finer things in life. There's something enjoyable to refining one's tastes. I drink Johnny Walker Gold and Highland Park. I buy Darjeeling tea. I enjoy nice things because I've bothered to develop a taste for them.

I wonder if maybe I'm throwing my money away, but it doesn't take long for me to remember that while it's admirable to save for a rainy day, my life is flying by, and after the life I've led to this point, I deserve to enjoy the ride from here on out.