
I occasionally use Bitcoinea as a personal blog but, for reasons that are unclear, I haven’t disclosed much here. Maybe because I associate crypto with anonymity or, perhaps a better term, privacy.
I always keep it vague. I often say I live abroad, by which I mean I don’t live in the country I was born in, but I’ve only mentioned where exactly once, in a comment that wasn’t even on a post I did. It was somebody else’s.
I did talk about a massive accident I had a few months ago, one of those ones you can emerge from dead or severely injured. And I did say, on several occasions, what I do for a living. But that’s easy. And also generic. I write for a living.
After this pointless preface, I want to talk about my age. Because I’m (barely) old enough to remember what living without a phone in my pocket felt like. But young enough to only remember 9/11 extremely vaguely.
I’m also young enough to be too young to have an early mid-life crisis. But I am having one, and it boils down to this question I keep asking myself: what’s the point of having *stuff*?
There are things I collect, in that I have more than one and use them, but other than that I spend most of my income on experience, not things. I’ve always felt that way. But I feel like this conviction is being supersized now. And I’m also trying to get rid of stuff I have.
This also means I buy crypto all the time, but I also spend it.
I already spent more than I’m comfortable with to attend SUI Basecamp, which is in Paris.
For reasons related to my job, I didn’t even try to get a press badge, which is what I’d always 100 percent do, but I actually paid for a ticket, which is something I wouldn’t normally do. I don’t mean to sound pretentious. It’s just I work in the media, so a media pass is what I’m after.
I booked flights, and a hotel. The flights were cheap-ish. The hotel wasn’t. Paris is extremely expensive these days.
But you only live once, so if you happen to be in Paris in April, hit me up, you too can benefit from my mid-life crisis. I’ll buy you a beer. Or lunch. Because what’s the point of money unless you spend it?
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