We wanted a new television a few months ago, and then we bought it, so that’s satisfied. My child bride wanted it more than I did.
I enjoy buying and having artwork, especially the locally made stuff, and the Hacienda is full of it. There’s no wall space left. Wanting more is silly.
I used to want a new computer, but this one works just fine, so that desire has vanished. I wanted a Samsung tablet for a good spell, but I just don’t care anymore. I’m on the internet too much as it is. Best to back off, smell the roses.
The Honda CR-V annoys the bejeezus out of me, but I’m stuck with it, probably forever, so wanting a new car is pointless. I don’t do it.
I don’t waste my dreams.
So I am materially satiated. It may be the first time ever. I do want things, but nothing that can be purchased with cash. This will improve my balance at Banamex and Vanguard, another plus.
I do remain desirous of seeing beautiful women naked and, unlike most men my age, I still can without being arrested. My buff child bride fills the bill.
I am in a beatific state, it would seem.