I can only imagine the insanity that would have ensued in the midst of the publicity and poachers and paranoia had I won the largest lottery jackpot in history earlier this week. I’m not even sure what I was thinking jumping on that bandwagon. Of course, I have professed to being normal crazy, which equates to occasional lapses in judgment. I got swept up in the tide of fun and fantasy, same as all the other lotto losers out there.
By now you’ve probably heard, not everybody was a loser. Somebody won; actually three somebodies; somebody in Chino Hills, California, somebody in Munford, Tennessee, and somebody in Melbourne Beach, Florida.
Even splitting the $1.5 billion three ways (well, four ways if you count Uncle Sam) leaves those somebodies insanely rich. The rest of us lotto losers are still nobodies if wealth is your yardstick.
I'm okay with nobody. Nobody is good, particularly the anonymity that comes with normal crazy versus insanely crazy. Money, particularly millions and billions, does weird, sad, ugly, disturbing, insanely crazy things to people you thought were your friends, to people you had no idea were even family. At least, that’s what I’ve heard.
I also heard 44% of big winners eventually lose it all. Wow, I feel 44% better already. Not that I’m wishing any bad karma on the somebodies that emerged winners. Normal crazies don’t wade into those shallow waters. It’s just easier to resume my lotto-loser life knowing the fantasy isn’t always what it’s cracked up to be.
I know, too, you’re looking forward to a little normal crazy from me courtesy of some Fun Fotos. Let’s get to it!