Consumer Happiness Index: An Experiment

Posted By Cassandra Disque on May 19, 2009

Ganked from the Tierney Lab blog:

List the ten most expensive things (products, services or experiences) that you have ever paid for (including hosues, cars, university degrees, marriage ceremonies, divorce settlements and taxes). Then, list the ten items that you ahve ever bought that gave you the most happiness. Count how many items appear on both lists.

Ten Most Expensive Purchases (In Order of Expense)

  1. House (pending)

  2. Car (2009)

  3. Higher education (ongoing)

  4. Family Wedding (April 2008)

  5. 4 trips to Scotland (various)

  6. Servers (1999)

  7. Engagement/Wedding Party for Friends (April 2008)

Ten Purchases That Have Brought Most Happiness (In Order of Happiness)

  1. Finding a place to live after having been homeless

  2. The first visit to the veterinarian that saved my little Annie cat’s life

  3. 4 trips to Scotland

  4. Various books, records, and CDs

  5. Various gifts for other people

  6. Phone cards, phones, and whatever it takes to make phone calls work

  7. Medication & therapy (this tops all the expenses but not all at once)

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Cassandra Disque

Extemporaneous flibbertigibbet with bone lumps growing out of my coccyx. I was born in 1981. I was another case of "too much, too young," or at least I wanted to be. Now I'm leaning toward "too little, too late," as my body conks out on me, and I find I haven't done hardly any of the things I wanted. This is supposed to happen to people twice my age, so you might find my perspective on life to be a little unusual -- as in, I find just about everything to be hysterically funny, because there's little use in worrying when it's all going to go kaput.

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  1. Matt says:
    May 20, 2009 at 9:56 am

    Saving Annie’s life was the best. Too bad you couldn’t give her medicine without my help

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"The Drag of Gimp"

Since 1996, my life has been a long journey of visiting one doctor after another. I look more or less fine, but I'm not. My daily pill count is like playing the dozens with a hospice patient. One doctor will say I'm doomed, and send me to another for treatment, but the treating doctor will find nothing within his or her area of practice that can be treated.

My life is better than a comedy, better than a drama. Anyone who has done this knows what I mean when I say that you have to not only know the rules, but also play the part in order to be allowed in the game. Most people find what we go through in the medical merry-go-round to be unbelievable, which is why I call it "The Drag of Gimp."


About the author

Cassandra Disque

Extemporaneous flibbertigibbet with bone lumps growing out of my coccyx. I was born in 1981. I was another case of "too much, too young," or at least I wanted to be. Now I'm leaning toward "too little, too late," as my body conks out on me, and I find I haven't done hardly any of the things I wanted. This is supposed to happen to people twice my age, so you might find my perspective on life to be a little unusual -- as in, I find just about everything to be hysterically funny, because there's little use in worrying when it's all going to go kaput.