There is a thing about money. It is lethal when it lands in the hands of a fool. A smart person knows how to go shopping for happiness with money. Don’t listen to the proverbials of money not buying happiness; listen to the ones that say that a fool and his money are soon to be parted.  A fool will have no desire for wisdom, but money. By desiring money and only money, he buys himself a ticket into pitiful ruins

This fool will wear the prestigious cloak and mask of the rich in the society. It will make him feel important, especially if there is nothing else in his life that makes him feel important. It will be a strip pole for his crushing ego- a passion that will soon consume him, the antagonistic narcissist. It will in turn fuel his smudginess, pomposity, and he will become the centre of his world- a sort of a buried symptom of inferiority. Eventually, the only way he will feel superior is by putting down those around him.

Then money will buy him not just good shoes but also arrogance. It will afford him the confidence to call others miserable, demean them and disgrace them. At the height of this cockiness, he will be sitting at a bar with his friends, and he will look them in the face and he will spit on them- literally or otherwise. It will make him feel good.

This money, it will make him insatiable. More money will make him want more money. And he will look for the shortest and the simplest ways to amass more. He will gamble sometimes, indulge in the abominables. He will acquire land illegally, mostly because he will buy his way through. He will find himself entangled in nasty scandals born out of greed. Having more will still not cure his uncontrollable hunker for more.

He will not spare the public a chance to acquaint themselves with his multiple billions. A fool with wads of cash is often generous.  He will flash them on their faces, not necessarily in money form. He will dangle baits for interested companions. He will bed them-one way or another. When he is done with her in the morning, he will look at her and gag, suddenly bored. He will go out again and dangle bait, with shining hunks of gold for whoever wants to score.

He will use the same method of bait and hook to win over friends. People love money.  His money will make him a god. They will adore him for the rounds he throws at the bar stool. For the private parties he throws, for the birthday presents and the rides they have in his car. His ways will become their ways, or what they want to be someday. Suddenly, he will discover that they love him for his pink Cadillac. Eventually, money will leave him writhing in loneliness. Even around all these friends, he will never feel loved. Money will cement these soul holes well- for a while.

The arrogance will in turn make him too conscious of how the world treats him. The desire to be desired will grow in him. He will want to be wanted because money really never wants you back. He will want money. It will never want him back.

Money in the hands of a fool will make him a lonely slave. A pitiful ruin.