I don’t want a lot of money, just enough to live comfortably and have some savings and investments for when I get too old to earn it.

I don’t want a crisp office job where I suck my way to the top, I want to do real work that actually means something.

I don’t want a big fancy house, just a small 2br with just enough room for the stuff that keeps me happy.

I don’t want a wife or a husband, I’m much happier on my own.

I don’t care how nice my car is, as long as it doesn’t fuck up my insurance rate.

I don’t have dreams of being special, being rich, being loved, I have dreams of simplistic and happy mediocrity.