> Like—say your startup goes public and you become a billionaire. What now? What will you buy, where will you live, what will you eat for lunch?
I'd buy and eat roughly what I do now, in roughly the same area, but I'd own a small house or townhouse near the park with a nice garden and no mortgage.
> When you wake up, what will your bedroom look like? Who (if anyone) will be in it with you? What clothes will you put on? What will you eat for breakfast? What will the breakfast room look like? What will you do all day? Who will you spend time with? What will you talk about?
My bedroom will look basically the same, but I'll be allowed to fix all the peeling paint and weird broken plaster because I won't be renting. I'll put on clothes that are identical to my current clothes, walk down to the cafe for a coffee and take it into the park, and jump on a zoom/slack call with a friend around 10 or 11am to talk about our project. I know this is what will happen because I work a normal job four days a week and the fifth day already looks like this.
Reading this, I don't understand what the author's talking about. My life's fine, I just want to own a home and work a bit less. Most of the people I know are like this. The grand plans are "get married," "get enough money to support my parents in their retirement," "get enough for a house deposit," or "bring my family over from the old country." Is this a Bay Area rationalist thing where everyone the author knows is trying to cure cancer/study X-risks/align skynet/defeat malaria?
I'd buy and eat roughly what I do now, in roughly the same area, but I'd own a small house or townhouse near the park with a nice garden and no mortgage.
> When you wake up, what will your bedroom look like? Who (if anyone) will be in it with you? What clothes will you put on? What will you eat for breakfast? What will the breakfast room look like? What will you do all day? Who will you spend time with? What will you talk about?
My bedroom will look basically the same, but I'll be allowed to fix all the peeling paint and weird broken plaster because I won't be renting. I'll put on clothes that are identical to my current clothes, walk down to the cafe for a coffee and take it into the park, and jump on a zoom/slack call with a friend around 10 or 11am to talk about our project. I know this is what will happen because I work a normal job four days a week and the fifth day already looks like this.
Reading this, I don't understand what the author's talking about. My life's fine, I just want to own a home and work a bit less. Most of the people I know are like this. The grand plans are "get married," "get enough money to support my parents in their retirement," "get enough for a house deposit," or "bring my family over from the old country." Is this a Bay Area rationalist thing where everyone the author knows is trying to cure cancer/study X-risks/align skynet/defeat malaria?