The World Without All These Complications

Imagine a world without all these complications...
   
The world without all these complications has me sitting in a concrete bench in a park, on a moderately windy four-o'clock in the afternoon, sipping on a plastic cup of Buko Joe's Really Fresh & Delicious Buko Juice.
    No overpriced coffee for me, coz that's for people with really serious self esteem issues. They prove their worth not only by the price of the beverage they drink, but also by the [nonchallant] air with which they show themselves to dispose of money for something they can get for a tenth of the price. They bond with people who would as soon think they're nothing as they fail to order the proper coffee at the right time of the day, or fail to stir or sip their drinks in the right way. In fact in their expensive coffee shops, with all their fashionable clothes and conversations, they have these implements, each specifically designed for its own function, and the way to tell them you're not as hip and cool as they are is if you mistakenly use one of these implements for something other than what it has been set by the latest fashion trends to be used for (e.g., the slim, red-and-white striped plastic, disposable stirrer).
    In my world without all these complications, people will never look down on other people for failing to dress up as flashily as they do. Merely feeling good about one's self is good enough, and if a group of fashionable people laugh or even feel the tiniest bit offended by the way other people dress up... well, that's not going to happen, because those kinds of people will not be in my world.
    Instead, they would be turned into people with hearts understanding other people's personal tastes, and, more importantly, financial capabilities. Thus, a wealthy man's pampered son, who, even before the day he was born, can get absolutely anything he wants, will be on equal social standing with, say, a poor farmer's son. One is as elligible as the other, and each has as much chance as the other of getting whoever girl he wants, provided that the girl wants him too.
    As for girls, their opinion of a boy will be influenced not by what accessories he has—like cars and gadgets—if the boy has any at all, for there will be no such thing as accessories in my world, only real items with real value; possessions acquired strictly out of necessecity and nothing else.
    Once someone got him- or herself a partner, that person will care for and love his/her partner until his/her last breath. No one will even throw anyone out of his or her life like a used piece of rag at the tiniest, microscopically smallest, itsy-bitsiest deviation to his or her expectations. And no one will conveniently bail out of relationships either, for whatever excuse, when the truth is the person is only looking for a new prospect. A new conquest.
    In fact, there wouldn't be conquests at all. Each will have someone for him- or herself. It'll be a guarantee—it'll be assured.
    There is a balance in this world. There is sense. What could possibly make less sense than a guy having five girlfriends at the same time just because he has an expensive car, or is partly-foreign, or is the owner of the latest-released mobile phone? What can possibly be more insane than a pretty girl being coveted by ten different guys who are ready to do anything short of shoot each other to death at her command, when there are girls no one even bothers to look at, or if they do it is with utter disgust and repulsion?
    No such nonesense in my world, because here if one asks why such-and-such happens, he will get his answer the same minute, all explained in detail, point by point, and all one can do is nod and admire the brilliance—the sense—of it all.
    In my world people know and value people for what they are, and not by what shows on the surface. And there is a constant flow of Buko Joe's Really Fresh & Delicious Buko Juice.