"I don't care too much for money," but why is it running my life?

One of those subtle little ironies of the Beatles. Then again, I was taught English by Alanis Morrisette, so I probably misused the word. Anyways... On one hand, you have the song "Can't Buy Me Love" in which the mop-tops claim, "I don't care too much for money, 'cause money can't buy me love." On the other hand, you have a cover of the song "Money (That's What I Want" - "The best things in life are free, but you can keep 'em for the birds and bees, now give me money (that's what I want)." Out of context, this might just seem like a contradiction. In context it really doesn't matter. Whether it be a testament to growth over time and a change of heart, or be it a testament to what happens when you sing a cover of someone else's song. I'm sure lots and lots of thought was put into this back in the mid 60s. PS: What the hell are they looking at anyways?

[Ahem...] So where am I going with this? I feel torn in both directions recently. It's as though I am diving head first into a schizophrenic existence. As I sit here in my one-bedroom aparment, on an expensive computer with Internet access, surrounded by various comforts and vanity items, I would like to claim that I don't care too much for material things. If I seriously thought that I didn't take most of the things I have for granted, I'd probably drop dead from some kind of instant karma what-not. But I digress. Again. The point is, I would like to think that I don't place a lot of emphasis on money. I would like to think that I don't have too much invested in material things. Could I suddenly give up what I have? Probably not. But can I do without the latest, greatest? Sure.

But... as I finish up my final month of college, money is the only thing I can think about. Sometimes I wonder if I even want to go into a career in my field of study. There are just so many things about public relations that I don't like. I'm also way too picky for my own good. It's like I want to start with my dream job instead of being happy to find a job. I might feel morally satisfied working for a not-for-profit or some company that actually does something beneficial to society. It just wouldn't feel right working for someone like Phillip Morris or some beer company, despite how well they pay. All along my plan was to look into something to do with music. I'm far too fed up with the music industry to really go that route though.

Looks like this blog will be another place for me to type out random thoughts and stream of consciousness. It is titled ruminations after all. Thoughts are cud.