The Downside of Being Materialistic & Having the Money to Fulfill the Addiction

This may possibly be the most stirring, controversial blog I will ever write. But that doesn't matter, cuz no one reads my blog anyway. Let's face facts. I have been, am currently, and probably always will be, a very materialistic person. There is not much that I can do to change that. I have had those thoughts every once in a great while, where I see myself ridding my life of all material possessions and traveling the country with nothing but my fat ass and my lightweight backpack. Hell, when I have the money, I can do that anyway, and still return to all of my toys, movies, THINGS... I always feel compelled to tell my friends about these purchasing exploits, perhaps because there is nothing else in my life worth discussing. Of course this is not true, but I generally get a sense of...not jealousy, that would be very pompous, but of "Who cares." Is it cuz they are too poor? Too "of the earth" to enjoy such things? I really cannot answer that. It is not something I want to bring up. So I do keep some things to myself, for the reaction to an explanation of a fabulous vacation recently taken, is less than desirable. I love my friends, and I think they love me, so I would expect them to bask in my happiness of all things material. But, for the most part, they do not. I always like to remind myself of how poor I was in my short stay in Minneapolis. We are talking dirt poor. I weighed 150 lbs, and that is very small for someone who is 6'1". I could not afford to eat more that once a day. Sometimes not even that. My family has never been well to do, so I think that I am reliving a second childhood, buying all the fun, wacky things I could never get until recently. I don't think that is such a strange thing. But, then I cannot share this with some of my closest friends, cuz "I am gloating." Fuck yes, I am, but I have earned the right to do so. I have been poor all my life and now I can enjoy things, travel, food. Hunt me down if you disagree, but I will still love having money, and buying my inconsequential...things. Enjoy these things with me, enjoy the happiness of my unfulfilling material existence.
Most of all, I am just glad that I have reached a point in my life, not to spend like a madman, but to be able to eat out, or buy a CD or see a movie, and not decide if that action will leave me starving for the next week. I have been to that darkest of places, oh so recently. I never want to return.