How do you know when you’ve truly arrived, when you’ve achieved a level of indulgence that you could only dream about in less successful times?  It finally hit me the other day when I looked into my fridge and saw no less than 6 drink options: wine, beer, two kinds of juice, milk and water.  This doesn’t even include coffee, teas and the like.  I have water in my fridge, not tap water, but bottled water.  Tap has always been good enough, but no, no longer.

Buying water when you live in a country with some of the purest, most potable water in the world is a sign that the meeting of my basic needs has been exceeded and that any memory of a struggle to survive has been erased from my consciousness.  Maybe this means that I am on the tipping point of decline, so wrapped up in my excesses that I fail to see my inevitable descent into irrelevance.  But if this is true, then I am blind, and there is nothing left to do but go out in lavish style and just waste, waste, waste.