Price Tags

It's so late. Facebook is quiet right now. I seem to be the only insomniac person with the energy to talk. Having nobody to talk to doesn't deter me. I'll talk to myself, have been doing it for ages. It is more successful than a zillion years on the couch. Although I still believe that everybody needs the couch sometimes, even if it is just to laze about on and drink hot chocolate. There are some pleasures in life which come without the price tag, only we don't see them as such sometimes. And in a material world, I am no material girl. Well, just sometimes, but then I'm human, although a royal kind of human. I think I could open a diamond-lover anonymous. Because just as heavy gamblers love the rush of adrenaline not knowing if they're going to win or lose everything and more, I feel the same. I guess I was a crow in a past life, which is nothing to brag about. I am just so turned on by all things shiny, I could pass out from the excitement. So diamond jewellery is another price which comes, this time, with a hefty price tag. I see my cat asleep and dreaming. My cats, balls of fur which didn't even have a price tag and which yet have given me so much love. There it goes, the l-word. Love should also never have a price tag. But if I believe that then will I be considered naive? Love as in sugar daddies, now that makes sense. Haven't seen one around for a long time. Maybe they've all got so old that they've died now. Which means, am I so old that I couldn't get a sugar daddy? At 35? Well plenty of sugar daddies are at least 60 so the opportunity is still there. What about my own price-tag? How much do I think I'm worth? I don't know, it depends on the customer. It also depends on my own self worth, which is something very difficult to tackle. I will let another put my price tag on. Better that way, because nobody gets hurt.