I guess it’s true that money doesn’t buy happiness, but I think a new Coach purse would go a long way in making me feel better.  Of course, I’ve never had the kind of money it would take to know whether it could buy happiness or not, but to be honest, I wouldn’t mind the chance to find out. 

I’ve been hearing this saying all my life, and I would welcome the opportunity to debunk the myth. I suspect that the saying was started as a way of making regular folks feel better about not having money, a way of making ourselves appear to be so much more enlightened than the rich people.  It’s our way of saying to them that we might not have money, but we also don’t have the problems that go along with it.

Just once, I wouldn’t mind having some of those problems. Wouldn’t it be awful to have that annoying decision of which charitable organization to donate a boatload of money to?  Or, God forbid, I would hate to have to worry about whether the trip to Europe was a deductible expense or not.  And I know it would make me feel so bad having to decide whether to buy a summer home in Aspen or Hawaii or on Martha’s Vineyard.  And my goodness, how would I ever decide what kind of car to drive, a Bentley or a Rolls-Royce or a Ferrari?  How would I ever deal with all of these problems?

Let’s face it wouldn’t it be nice to go shopping and not have to check the price tags of everything before we try it on?  Or, how would it be to go out for dinner sometimes and not feel like we have to order the least expensive dish on the menu, and even order dessert without feeling guilty?  What if we didn’t have to worry about how we can fill the car with gas and buy groceries in the same week?

I can’t speak for everyone else, but the problems of being rich don’t sound all that terrible to me.  I have a feeling that they are problems I could learn to live with if I tried really hard!