Barcelona W Hotel Nov 13

I have often pondered over the downside of having too much money-not that I am guilty of it- but it is merely a thought experiment enhanced by observation at close quarters of people who are guilty of it.  In the first instance you need to expend a lot of effort to manage it properly- and invariably it will mark the entry of all sorts of intermediaries in your life who will want to sell you any thing for a  sales cut. Even before you have money, in countries like India you get used to an ecosystem of intermediaries- service providers of every possible flavour. Managing this is a full time job. Now imagine if in addition you had to manage multiple rental properties, private banking stooges, other businesses you have invested in and so on. How will you make time for what is really fundamental to your life- spending time with atleast your kids if not your wife- and unless you are fortunate enough to be a rabid talentless philistine, you will have a hobby or two to pursue. Something for your soul.. These come first, in case nobody told you. 

Aside of the intermediary problem, you have the air thinning problem- which happens as you fly higher. That is to say it is harder to have genuine friends or well wishers. You either have people befriending you because they think you might have the wherewithal and the intent to help them at some point. Or they want to be seen around you to help inflate their own self esteem. Or they are competing with you and secretly trying to bring you down. None of this is as intense as if you did not have too much money to begin with: friends are few. But this is not the worst problem to have- because it is not  a given that less money earns you more or better friends. 

The worst problem is that if the velocity of money ( earnings per hour) reach the equivalent of 11.2 km/ second- they would have attained - what I call- whoring velocity. That is to say if you earn at this rate you will enter the point of no return as far as whoring is concerned. Either you pay for sex or date a pretty gold digger- it really is the same thing. You will never return to a whoreless existence unless you either get so bored of meaningless sex with almost inanimate pretty things or you look down near your groin area only to observe that your member has fallen off. Like maybe  it happened when you pulled out your wallet  to pay the taxi driver…