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The Dollar Bill Game, Part Two

Last time, we directed you through a series of ten hypothetical questions. Now we’re going to go through the methodology and analyze some common answers! So if you haven’t played yet, check out Part One.

The questions

“If someone handed you a single dollar bill, right now, with no strings attached—what would you do with it?”

For most people, the answer is “nothing”—slip it into their pocket and forget about it. Which is perfectly fine. This leads us to the second question.

“How about if it were a ten dollar bill?”

Often the answer is still some variation on “nothing.” Perhaps a small purchase—a coffee, or the next bus ticket. Nothing that would substantially alter someone’s life… yet.

“How about if it were a hundred dollars? A thousand dollars?”

Each step of the game jumps the amount up tenfold. At this level, most people start to think about their medium-term issues: paying rent, paying bills, socking a little money away, shopping for something you’d already decided you wanted. The next level is where things start to get really interesting.

“What if it were ten thousand dollars?”

A very interesting question. Ten thousand dollars opens up many possibilities that weren’t available in previous tiers. For most people, ten thousand dollars is several months worth of paychecks—yet it’s small enough that it can be blown on a single vacation or big-ticket purchase. So what would you do with it?

“A hundred thousand dollars? One million dollars?”

We’re not at full Richard Branson yet. This sum of money isn’t quite so much that you never need to worry about money again. But we’re getting damn close. If you’re contemplating big-ticket purchases like cars and houses, it can be gobbled up surprisingly quickly. It’s an enormous sum of money, true—but it still has to be considered carefully.

“Ten million dollars? One billion dollars?”

How did Ludacris put it? “Lifestyle so rich and famous / Robin Leach will get jealous”?

Okay, the pie is now well and truly in the sky. (You can turn the dial up to eleven, if you wish, and go to ten billion if you come up with some truly inventive extravagances.) This is the realm of pure wish-fulfillment. If money can buy it, it shall be yours. Where past answers have been ethical and practical in nature, this one is more creative/imaginative. What kind of sick, stupid shit can you dream up? What kind of insane dreams would you follow? What’s left to pursue?

In other words: “What would you do if money were no object?”, the question we were originally too baffled to answer.

The answers

I’ve played this game with many people over the years. Here are some common themes and what they might mean. (Everyone’s situation is different, so your milage may vary.)

If everything you did was for yourself…

At a certain point, did it occur to you to pay off your parents’ home? Your brother’s student loans? Did certain causes or charities make themselves priorities? Or were you too busy selecting your fourth yacht?

If this was you, you need to look deep inside yourself. Maybe this means you have a very clear and ambitious vision. More likely, it means you need to work harder to cultivate empathy. No matter how little money you have, remember that someone you love is surely poorer.

If nothing you did was for yourself…

It’s awesome to be loyal. But if you used your imaginary windfall to pour money into the needs and wishes of your family and friends and left none for yourself, you have a problem.

Consider that money has the power to destroy relationships. It can make children spoiled, friends awkward, family bitter.

It’s possible to get this result out of a genuine sense of adoration for the people around you. But more likely, there is something holding you back from a healthy sense of self-care. Maybe being a caretaker or a helper is your only real passion. Maybe your identity is too tied up in other people. Don’t pat yourself on the back and congratulate yourself on your selflessness—this is not healthy! I’ll tell you why.

If the only thing that makes you feel fulfilled and happy is taking care of others, you probably subconsciously don’t actually want those people to become independent. If they’re strong enough, stable enough, or mature enough not to need your help all the time, you just lost your primary identity. This may lead to a codependent relationship with the people you perceive to “need you.” You may sabotage their success, or lash out at them, or become depressed when they move on, because when they succeed, it hurts you and deprives you of your sense of purpose.

Remember: there is only one you. There are reasons you’re here on this planet that aren’t tied to the parents you cared for, or the children you raised, or the partner you took. Caretaking is a beautiful human experience, but it can’t take the place of a healthy sense of self.

If you ran out of ideas…

You probably haven’t interrogated yourself thoroughly enough to know what you want out of life. There isn’t anything wrong with you, but you might be setting yourself up for one hell of a midlife crisis when you realize you have a stack of unexpressed, unacknowledged dreams and goals.

Sweet Hufflepuff, you need to get in touch with your inner Slytherin. Dig deep and ask yourself what you would regret leaving undone on your deathbed. What brings you a sense of pride? What activities rejuvenate you emotionally? What scares you, yet also attracts you? Wake the dragon sleeping within your tiny badger’s heart.

Alternatively, you may just be someone who’s very content with their lot in life, and there isn’t much you want that money can buy. In which case, Jesus Christ you’re well-adjusted! Congratulations. I’m sure you’ll be beatified any day now.

If some (or all) of your key life goals are missing…

I’ve always wanted to write a novel, and I’ve always maintained the reason that I don’t is because I’m too busy working (i.e., making money). But the first time that I played, guess what didn’t appear anywhere in my fantasy of wealth? That’s right—I still didn’t write a novel, even in the tiers where I had long since quit my job to live full-time on my sprawling ranch stocked with blind rescue horses.

It made me realize that money wasn’t what kept me from writing—it was fear of failure. And that’s something for which money cannot buy a cure.

You may tell yourself that money is the reason you don’t follow your dreams—but that’s not always the case. Sometimes money is just an excuse, and there’s something else holding you back.

And that’s okay! It’s okay to be afraid of your own goals. It’s proof of how precious they are to you. It’s not something you need to work through all at once, but you owe it to yourself to be clear-eyed about the obstacles you face. Money is so often the reason we don’t do things that it becomes a very easy scapegoat. In my case, knowing that what kept me back was fear (not money) kicked my ass in exactly the way I needed it to be kicked. I started to work on a crappy young-adult novel during my lunch breaks at work. I’m nowhere near finished, but I’ve done more work in the last year than I did in the previous ten.

Alternatively: Some dreams are better left as fantasies. And there is absolutely nothing wrong with this.

You may say you like the idea of retiring to a cabin to fish every weekend more than you like the reality of it. I mean, the last “fishing trip” I went on was with Piggy. We didn’t exactly “fish,” so much as “scarf three blocks of expensive cheese in the freezing rain before giving up and hightailing it to the local hot springs.” Life is an adventure, and you must be free to follow whims over plans.

If you got lots of tangible goods…

Were most of your purchases things like… mansions? Boats? Cars? Clothes? Jewels? DID YOU BEDAZZLE YOUR BOATS WITH JEWELS?! You did, didn’t you?

If you have a million bucks to throw around, yes, by all means: live a little. But if most of the things you want fall into the category of expensive toys, you can never and should never be wealthy, because the things you want aren’t really worth getting. The dopamine you get from acquiring nice things is short-lived; you kill the planet with your mindless consumption; and your accumulation of status symbols will not attract the kind of people with whom you want to fill your life.

You need to go back to the beginning and ask yourself “What is the point of money?” (Hint: the answer is not “more money” and it is also not “jet skis.”)

If you immediately dropped big chunks of your life…

Did you quit your job, divorce your partner, or move away as soon as possible? Maybe around the thousand or ten-thousand dollar mark? It means those things are making you so unhappy that you’re in emotional debt.

To whatever extent you are able, don’t use money as your excuse. Start planning and implementing your escape now, today. If some part of your life is so wrong and so bad that you would use a windfall just to get it the hell away from you, you’re probably too emotionally exhausted and unhappy to enjoy everything that’s right.

You saved or invested on every round…

We are huge advocates of both of these things, but human beings are irrational animals who can be made happier—to some degree—by frivolity. Travel, even if there’s nothing to be gained from it. Donate, even though you aren’t totally financially comfortable. Take risks because you can.

The serial-saver may incorrectly feel that money can insulate them from uncertainty. Money dulls the edges of a lot of life’s trials, but a vast savings account will not keep you from dying! That’s right: while you get sucked down to hell, your sweet money will remain here on earth and pass into the hands of future generations of assholes. Some great grand-niece will use your hard-earned fortune to pay for out-of-state tuition at a liberal arts college, and she’ll take out loans without comparing interest rates, and she will pay minimum-payments only, and she will take seven years to graduate.

In other words: it’s your life. It’s now or never. You ain’t gonna live forever! You should just want to live while you’re alive.

And keep your heart open… like an open highway…

(God I hate this song. Who the fuck are all the people he’s talking about? Who’s Frankie? Who’s Gina? Who is the kid in the music video being paid to pretend he likes Bon Jovi enough to risk being hit by a truck for the privilege of seeing him perform? Is he Frankie? I don’t know, IT’S HIS LIFE I GUESS.)

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3 thoughts to “The Dollar Bill Game, Part Two”

  1. This is amazing! Really gets you thinking about your true goals and Underlying motivations by which you Make decisions … as for book writing, I finished mine by making it a habit to write one paragraph a day, and over time the habit forms and with some discipline you’ll be surprised at how much you’ve written 🙂

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  3. In all honesty? I’d pay off my medcal debt, buy a reasonable forever home in a place I liked with enough land to do what I wanted, get my personal orchard / garden / farm / homestead thing started, buy myself a dependable car, and then put the rest of the money away in a bank account- dipping into it occasionally when we wanted a vacation, wanted to donate to something, or had an emergency, or whatever.

    I don’t have family I care for. My family’s abusive, so why waste any amount of money on them? I don’t have fancy “dreams” or “life goals”, either. I just don’t care to; I want a simple life, and I’m happy being a homemaker. I don’t need fancy toys or anything, either. Just the reasonable items for a reasonable life.

    Money’s just a means to an end for all that- and having it wouldn’t make me do anything different than what I’m already saving up to do in the first place. And I’m ok with that.

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