Mr. Bialystock, I cannot function under these conditions!

Fears - permanent physical damage
Annoyances - people who get too worked up about stuff
Accomplishments - quality introspection
Confusions - why some people think it's virtuous to live in poverty
Sorrows - the rape of Captain Jack Sparrow in Disney's On Stranger Tide's
Dreams - complete financial security
Idiosyncrasies - I tend to have a pretty base sense of humor
Risks - mountain biking (Tour guide: "It's better if you go faster." Me: "I'M ABOUT TO F***ING DIE AND YOU'RE TELLING ME TO GO FASTER?!?!")
Beloved Possessions, Now and Then - wolf stuffed animal (then), my computer(now)
Problems - lack of emotional investment

I could probably expand on each one of these topics for 150 words, but I think the one I could most easily talk about is the dream of financial security. This is something that has been a part of my general life goal for a long time. I have always had a mild fascination with money, how something intrinsically worthless can represent the purchase of a nearly infinite number of goods and services. Now, I know what you’re thinking: money can’t buy happiness, and you’re right. But it can buy everything else. To me, money more than material items, money is freedom. It is the freedom to crash your car and buy a new one that afternoon without reallocating your entire budget. It’s the freedom to sit down at a nice restaurant and order every dessert on the menu because they all look good. It’s the freedom to ask your family where they want to go for spring break and have the whole world as an option. It is the freedom from worrying about paying for medical treatments or special medicine for a loved one. It is the freedom to help whoever you want to help, to donate to whatever issue you are passionate about. To build a hospital, to found a charity, to enact change or make a difference on a local, national, international scale! All you need is money, Bloom.