I don’t usually talk about my wealth. To talk about my own worth
is bad etiquette and in bad taste. My humanity isn’t a number
on a slip of paper. I can’t be measured and ranked so easily in
character or likeness. Money is essentially a number that
reflects very little of who I am. That said, this won’t be
about my wealth, this will be about my decadent mode of life.
True, one can’t be a decadent individual without wealth.
Decadence is reserved exclusively for anyone who can use their
resources generously without any worry about an effect on their
bank accounts.
I will say also that my decadence may be excessive but my
attitude is socially accepted. I care greatly about the way I
appear outwardly. My limited circle of friends would agree, we
don’t take kindly to decadent slobs or low-grade degenerates.
We aren’t nose-in-the-air snobs either. We’re
mind-your-own-business sort of folk. We like it high. We like
it refined. We like it done well. We like it the way we pay
for it.
“That’s not what I payed for, send it back!”
Life in a never-ending decadent merry-go-round can at times
send me off in a dizzy withdrawal but I get up again when
I’m ready and go at it like I’d always done.
I often times approach my decadent adventures without a plan.
I find that a certain amount of randomness and chance breaks
up the repetitious side of life. Whatever will feel good is
the core of my intentions. Decadence is very simple.
My decadent endeavors make my life really ten times the
amusement it would be if I weren’t on the continuous search
for a good time.
I realize that I live an eccentric life that few folk get to
claim for themselves. It doesn’t go to my head. Nobody ever
calls me out on my behavior. It’s not like I’m out of control
or any of that. Some would like to relate chaos or wild acts
of unbridled mindlessness essential to this mode of life but
that’s not true. I’m in no need of a keeper. I care for
myself fine.
Decadence is a very casual idea. You could say that to
intellectualize how I live when I live with such a sense of
freedom without hibitions is really reverse of the reward I
find when I live in this manner. In any matter, I love my
decadent path in life and I won’t ever leave it.
I think that a lot of folk would live how I live if they
ever had the chance. That’s great! I would tell them to go
for it! Take yourself where you want to go.
I find the action then become a part of the action. That or
the action will find me. It’s all about the action, really.
For much of my life I’d gone on to search out the action,
that fire. That liveliness in a group of folk wherever I am.
I will find the action anywhere. On a beach, in a bar,
at a club, at a show.
Good friends are necessary to a social life of decadence. I
can’t depend on random action to fulfill my desires, that is
only part of it. A lot of times I go to an event or a private
get-together on invitation of my friends who’ve known me for
an extended period of time. I go with the current and let
my good friends direct the activities. I find that it’s a
good way to meet new girls, experience new courses of
entertainment, continue my fresh outlook on life and really,
to tell you the truth, I couldn’t maintain this feel good
attitude without my friends.
It’s give and take in that approach because I offer the same
in return for my friends, we all do. We watch out for
eachother and make sure we don’t push ourselves over the edge.
We’re all a lively bunch. We handle bumps in the road gently
and get through those rare briar patches with ease. We are a
close group of friends. We all know that to live like we live
can get risky at times so our little social circle continues
on as the center piece of our oh so decadent lives.
Some of us depart the social circle on occasion when new
attractions present themselves. It’s not like any of this
is mandatory. It’s not like we live on an itinerary. It’s
not like we are obligated to eachother. Some old friends
go and we make some new friends. It’s always good to
experience some variance in life.
I get inebriated often and I see a lot of girls. I would
say that I see a greater number of girls than I know dudes.
That’s natural for someone so decadent as my time is often
unevenly divided in favor of girls.
Someone once called us “hedoni”, I replied that we don’t
really label our decadence and that only money permitted us
to get on with life in this manner. They said that no, anyone
could be decadent. I replied that sure, you can taste
decadence for a limited time here and there but you can’t
live like this for an extended period without surplus money.
Through it all, with the parties, the women, the liquor,
the amusements, the entertainments, the wholesome intake of
generous amounts of enjoyments, all of that good uplifter
sort of deal, I don’t really look in reverse and get all
spun around to reflect because I’m always on to a new
endeavor, the new adventure. My future is filled with
decadent activity and it continues unhalted.
No worries. No regrets. Only a good time. When folks look at
the life I live and how alive I appear they get inspired for
themselves to get out and get up and go. I’m always in the mood
to get it on and I wouldn’t let it be any other way. For me,
that’s how life is.
Decadence is only a word and it’s an idea that we don’t think
about intellectually but it’s a label that suits us, this
mode of life, so maybe one day when I’m gone my family and
friends will say, “He was so decadent.”
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Originally Posted by Pompey Bum
