I bought 2 tickets, figuring that while 2 out of a kajillion is still not much, the odds of my first number being the right one is also pretty low![]()
I figure it was something to help back a little daydreaming. While it's hard to fathom that kind of money, what I would rather do is buy a nice home close to my work, as well as a REALLY nice place in the mountains. Yes, I would still work - if I didn't have some kind of structure in my life, something to work towards, some kind of schedule, I would go nuts. But that's not to say I wouldn't look into something eventually that would let me take some extended vacations.
Otherwise, I'd like to think I'd be charitable with it to some extent. But let's be honest, from a psychological standpoint, this kind of thing not only changes your life, but it changes your entire way of thinking. Scarcity is no longer an issue. You become so used to getting what you want, when you want it, and in most cases you build up enough interest to buy it on your way to the store. I know I wouldn't be anything near the person I am today, and quite honestly I do like my life the way it is for the most part. While those daydreams sure would be neat to come true, I'm kind of glad I didn't win. As Charlie Bucket in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory said, I bet the winning numbers make the lottery ticket taste terrible. Or something like that.
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