Give me some damn money this Christmas.

You heard me.  Give me some damn money!  I have come to the cynical conclusion that the world revolves around money, so give me some money.

Give me some damn money so I can pay off my parent’s bills.

Give me some damn money so I can give everyone who loves me everything they’ve ever dreamed of.  Or at least everything I’ve heard them say they’d buy if they had a million dollars.

Give me some damn money so I can walk into Target and buy every little stupid item in the dollar section.

Give me some damn money so I can walk by a homeless person and help them turn their life around.

Give me some damn money so I can cover someone’s check and not worry about the financial consequences of being a nice person.

Give me some damn money so I can try the fanciest restaurants in Stockton.  Give me some money so I can fly to Uganda and try their fanciest restaurants.  Give me some money so I can take my own private limo all the way down to Brazil and try every street vendor’s food.

Give me some damn money so I can see the sights of the world, good and bad, before I die.

Give me some damn money so I can donate all of it to Planned Parenthood.

Give me some damn money so I can start a nonprofit to aid the poor, the unhealthy, the anyone-who-needs-help.

Give me some damn money so I can do what I want to do with my life instead of taking the path of no risks and ending up in a dead-end job and never feeling satisfied with the life I’ve made for myself.

Give me some money, dude.  I don’t want you to guess what little trinkets or toys to give me.  I want to have the power of choice.  I’ll choose for myself what I do with that damn money.

Thanks,

Gabi