Ecnomic Meltdown

In the past, you would never catch me claiming to know a single thing about economics. But in the last year, I have learned a thing or two about the economy, and at its base, nothing about it is real. Our fortunes are made and broken by the religion of supply and demand, but lately the things that are in demand aren't even tangible things. Given this, the economy looks more and more like matters of the heart. What is love if not the most risky hedge fund around? Some one's stock rises and falls based on the smallest of things. Well, as I try to educate myself on the economy, it seems I am a more apt pupil at the more quixotic of disciplines. BF and I are quickly falling into a remote state I have rarely found myself in before- a deep belief in isolationism (that is, our own little world). I guess this is where I think the only true difference exists between matters of the heart and matters of the wallet these days. While both are subject to a crisis of confidence, the economy today can never exist in a vacuum, but early love almost always does. The snow this weekend reinforced the thought. The first real snow of the season, it wrecked havoc on the world outside, but BF and I never bothered to leave the house.