The Expensive Taste of Bottled Water

Perhaps it’s boring that I decided to make another blog post about water, but listen for a bit longer before you decide to drown me out. I’m not particularly fussy about different kinds of water since they always taste like nothing in the end. Except for mineral water. I hate mineral water. But the phenomenon of Fiji water and its memed upon existence as a ‘luxury’ water due to its pricing, honestly has me taken aback. I’m sure it’s cleaner than some other bottled waters, but it still tastes like nothing to me in the end. 5/10☆.

(Fiji Bottle, $3 each it would appear)

I don’t care much for expensive water. Because I won’t be drinking it. But we all know that it’s becoming more and more expensive to simply stay alive. I’m sure we’ve all dreamed of becoming rich. A desire to exist as wealthier than the wealthy, and a golden deity to the poor. 

But the chances of crossing such a sea are down to an eternity of coin flips. Many made before you were even born. Yet we still strive to appear with status greater than reality can recognize. Which has aided in the growth of Indiscreet luxury.

I’ve always had a sort of distain for luxury bags in particular, because the success of their merely cosmetic existence is driven by the insecurity of women within society. I’d know because this type of society has preyed on people like my mom. I’ve always been disgusted by her spending of money towards bags. I know women like her desire to feel viewed as wealthy by the passersby’s that see her on the street. This sort of behavior is the reason counterfeits exist, people who desire to appear as wealthy, yet lack the real economic value to acquire such a status.

(Looks like it’s next to a pool… how luxurious)

I’m sure that she could sell them later and make more money. Which only continues the cycle of preying on other woman’s desires to look rich rather than live rich. There’s no denying the embarrassment we sometimes feel knowing that we have it worse than others. For how careless I am to societies opinions, I used to be so afraid of having friends over at my house. Simply because of how much smaller and unimpressive it was compared to theirs. 

Comparison is the thief of joy, yet its grasp over society is what make us strive to look better than others. I know people will never be able to live as happily as the wealthy when we try so hard to simply impersonate them. Unable to recognize that we are wealthy enough to live comfortably, and that is all we should really desire in life.