The thrill, rebellion, and bliss of spending money

Money, if you have enough, is by itself useless. The pleasure comes in splurging it. It's a delightful cha-cha-cha with decadence. The thrill of walking into a store, and walking out with a bag full of treasures you never knew you needed - and probably don't. It's a rebellion against the tyranny of budgets.

Splurging is not just about the spending - it's really about the emotional high that comes with it. You know the latte is overpriced. So filibusterin' what? The satisfaction of slipping into a pair of shoes that scream luxury is blissful more for your soul than for your toes. Or the sheer ecstasy of booking a spontaneous luxury weekend getaway. It really boils down to freedom and not being tied down by dosh.

So, go ahead. Indulge in that guilty pleasure. After all, life's too short to deny yourself extravagance when you're able to not just afford it but wallow in it. The whole point and purpose of money - and money-making - is to get rid of it. What you buy are not actually things or experiences, but a gush of dopamine, endorphins, adrenaline....