“The problems of three little people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world”

We used to care about ourselves. About our possessions and status and things that we wanted to get. We worried about which new car we would be getting when our lease expired. It had to be the kind of car that let everyone know how much money we had — but it couldn’t be too fancy or expensive, lest people get the wrong idea about us and think we were just showing off. We worried about which restaurant we would go to on Saturday night. It needed to be the new in place so that we could post a picture of…