flounce out. It wouldn’t be sensible to burn a bridge that way. What if in a few years time I lost all that money and the nice house and had to go back?
All this is just musings and an interesting topic of discussion. I don’t actually think I’ll win the lottery. People like me never win stuff like that. I’m the kind of person that wins a tenner on the lottery and that for me is my biggest win! I’m not sure what I’d actually do or think or feel if I was suddenly told I’d won a million or ten or fifty! A million I could cope with. It would be exciting while being a “normal” sort of number, something that could be handled. Not too overwhelming. I’ve spent my life being poor. If I won fifty million I’m not sure what I would do with that, how I’d handle it. I have no experience of those types of numbers.
A million would be an easy number to cope with.
There are people out there for whom a million quid would be nothing, chicken feed, pocket money, yet they would begrudge someone like me that cash. Rich people think all the money in the world should be theirs. It sits in their bank accounts achieving nothing. What does it do for Musk to have an extra million in his account? He wouldn’t even notice it. He could give half of his fortune away and wouldn’t even notice that it was gone. It’s not as though he even has that money, physically speaking. He’s not swimming around in it like Scrooge McDuck. It’s not paper and coins that he can touch and smell and roll about in naked! It’s all ones and zeros on a computer screen and most of it he’ll not live long enough to spend so why not spread it about to people who might actually appreciate it?
Because the little guy doesn’t deserve it?
Does the big guy?
No one deserves that money. No one in this world actually deserves anything. People just get what they get, and mostly it is down to luck, being in the right place at the right time and having the right set of circumstances coming together.
Think about the people who win the lottery – the big winners. Do they “deserve” that win? Did they do something to earn it? Was it their good characters that made them worthy? The god of good fortune saw them buying a ticket and went “oh yes, Mrs Smith is a fine lady, volunteers at the WI and bakes cookies for orphans”, “Mr Brown is a member of the Salvation Army and worked as a plumber for forty years so he deserves a win”.
I remember the year that a convicted rapist won big on the lottery. Did he “deserve” that? Lots of people at the time thought “aw, hell no!” But was he deserving? Who decides: me, you, society…God?
Am I deserving of winning the lottery? If not why not?
People on benefits have won the lottery and others begrudged that. “How dare they!”, “they don’t deserve it”, “they didn’t earn that money.”
Urm, it’s the lottery. No one “earns” a lottery win. You buy a ticket and if you’re lucky your numbers come up. The idea that the hard working man “deserves” that win more than the unemployed man is just ridiculous. The lottery isn’t a job. You don’t work hard to deserve that win. You handed a quid over to the shopkeeper. That’s all you did.
And if the unemployed man wins the lottery isn’t that to everyone’s benefit? He can now get off the dole so the taxes of the hard working man are now no longer being used to “prop” him up.
Isn’t it really just mean-spirited jealousy that leads to people hating the poor for getting anything nice? Saying they don’t deserve it is just stupid. They no more or less deserve it than you do. Than anyone does.
I “deserve” or don’t deserve a win as much or as less as the next guy. And, of course, I’d love that win. I’d prefer though to earn that money through my writing. I would consider that a reward for all my hard work and would feel like more of an achievement than simply winning it. Though I wouldn’t say no if I did win it rather than earn it.
And whether I earned it or won it my response would be the same. Buy house, quit day job, live quietly and contentedly continuing to write my books.
My life would not change in a vast way. Sure, I’d buy a few nice trinkets and take a few holidays, see something of the world and try to broaden my horizons but essentially my life would go on the same as it has been. I’d write and read. I’d do the garden on weekends. Only now, I’d have a nice garden to tend and not some strip of crappy council grass out the back. I wouldn’t be roaring down the street in a Lamborghini and having wild drug parties in a twenty bed mansion or hanging out with celebs. Money or not that isn’t me. I’d still buy stuff from second hand d shops and go in Iceland for my cheese! Unless they do the same brand in M&S I see no reason go on there. Though maybe I’d buy that cheese direct from the dairy instead. , there’s a thought. If I won more than a million maybe I’d buy the dairy. Maybe I’d buy the factory where they make Pringles and find out what they’ve done to ruin my once favourite cheese and onion flavour and get them to undo it! Ha.
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