Oh no, we made Edolf sad

I’m in an admittedly odd situation for a pensioner, in that I am actually reasonably comfortably off thanks to my parents, whose decades of hard work and effort basically, you know, paid off for me as much as them… I inherited the house I live in with no mortgage, plus their various investments, so that even though the pension leaves a fair bit to be desired I’m still fairly secure that way. I’ve got a housemate who covers quite a few expenses, so I don’t actually have a lot of expenditure in that area either. Basically, I’ve got enough, and I’m relatively happy with that. Unlike some people:

Oh, BABY, that’s tragic. Richest man on Earth and he’s still miserable. And he wants sympathy, apparently, and he can fuck the fuck off with that. You don’t want happiness, anyway; what money does buy is power, and that’s what you want more than anything (with the possible exception of love, and money won’t buy you that either, not the real thing anyway. You have to be capable of it yourself first to deserve it from others, and Edolf has frankly demonstrated his lack of ability there).

I can’t imagine having as much money as this individual and still not being happy with that… I mean, money doesn’t buy me happiness per se either, but it covers the costs of the things that do… I’ve got enough, like I said, to make me happy, and this cunt doesn’t despite having about 400,000 times my wealth. Maybe it’s just that I’ve never really wanted a lot, whereas he clearly does and has the proportionately greater wherewithal to achieve those things, and he’s still not happy. And I’m kind of glad about that somehow.