[John-B29405]

Poorest I’ve bee: two years when I made about an eighth of the federal poverty level for a family of four (I was single for the first year of it). Richest: about the bottom of the top eighth of the population. Many spots in between before settling into a regular job with a paycheck plus a steady business. Now I’m comfortable. I’m a lot more content now. And the high-income years were fun! Life with money isn’t life without worry, but it’s life with less worry, and that’s a lot. So in that sense I’m happier. But in the sense of how much of a pleasure each day or week is, that’s unchanged. You can enjoy your life or not. Some lives are easier to enjoy, or harder, but finally you either find things to like or find ways to suffer. And I have never seen any correlation between how much people choose to enjoy life and how much they have to enjoy. If you can’t taste the miracle of hot tomato soup after a February day working as a mover’s helper in the rain, you probably can’t taste the miracle of a perfect rack of lamb in a four-star Paris restaurant. I’ve enjoyed both. So yeah, rich beats the heck out of poor as an experience – but not because it makes you happier.

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Name : John-B29405, Gender : M, Sexual Orientation : Straight, Race : White/Caucasian, Religion : Atheist, City : rural area, State : CO, Country : United States, Occupation : college professor, Education level : Over 4 Years of College, Social class : Upper middle class, 

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