Money.
Like, I understand it at an economical level, but it’s more the operational side from the perspective of an ordinary person.
I have money but I’ve never seen it. It’s a number in my banking app that goes up and down. If I send some of those numbers to another account, that person sees their numbers going up.
I spend a lot of time working so the numbers can go up. And when I’m not working, I seem to spend my time making them go down.
I walk into a cafe and staff smile at me and they make me a coffee and I give them some of my numbers, a small amount of which goes directly to them.
The numbers in my bank account now would mean I could live like royalty if I had that amount two generations ago; my parents bought their first home for less than I take home in wages in a week.
And there’s just more money. Over the years, more is created but it doesn’t go anywhere. It’s just numbers on a screen, but different numbers on different screens.
Sometimes I look at the number (or a note) and think about how wars have started over money, people have been murdered, women have been abused, decisions have been made- all to increase that little number on the screen.
You can invest in hedge funds and basically bet on how much something will be worth. It’s a job done by respectable people in nice suits and nice offices.
You can bet on a horse, that’s not as respectable.
We’ll complain that it’s difficult for people to get a foot on the housing market, and that rents are insanely high, but so many people have pension schemes linked to private equity businesses which buy up these properties for their investors (ie, us).
We don’t work in offices- we’re maintaining someone’s property portfolio and creating demand. Us being there is driving up the price we have to pay.
We’re not breeding babies, we’re breeding consumers.
(And yes, I know that the number/money in the bank equates to a tangible asset and can purchase things like houses and medicine but it all just seems so far removed from what money was compared to what it is now).