Sometimes I think to myself “Money is awkward.” Okay, maybe money isn’t necessarily awkward, but the concept of it sure is. Have you ever wondered who decided to print pictures of dead people on a green piece of paper and assign a value to it? Am I crazy to think it’s a little hilarious that economies function off something that has no inherent value?
I, like many of you PFers, am on a mission to acquire a whole slew of cash, but I can’t help but chuckle a little bit when I realize I’m working so hard to accumulate something that has no intrinsic value. I mean really, we have all heard the doom and gloom stories about the possibility of the dollar becoming worthless. Guess what, it already is worthless, well okay not worthless, it costs an average of 5.7 cents to make a printed dollar. There is always the possibility of the dollar going to zero, would gold then take it’s place? Probably, but that’s crazy to me too. In reality, goods, services, and commodities are what have true value.
If the doom and gloom stories become reality, Do you really think gold, silver, or the euro is going to put food in your stomach and shelter over your head? Heck no, blue jeans, generators, batteries, water, canned food, cows, and corn are gonna become our new bartering tools. Just imagine, “I’ll give you two pairs of jeans, a bottle of water and some corn in exchange for that baby cow of yours and 10 hours of manual labor.” If America goes to hell in a hand basket and you try offering me a gold bar for my canned food supply, I’ll punch ya in the face. Why? The bar of gold wont do anything for me, canned food, on the other hand, fills my tummy.
I guess at the end of the day, it’s important to remember that a $1, $5 and $100 bill all have the same value ($0.057, the cost of the paper and dyes). The dollar only serves to represent objects and services that have true, authentic, timeless value. I’m still gonna continue on my mission of accumulating as much cash flow as possible, but I’ll never forget that money is kinda awkward.
On a completely unrelated note, Yo Mamma is so poor, she waves around a popsicle stick and calls it air conditioning.