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The realization that you have not met any of your expectations is daunting. But you have joined the other 13.5% of the nation's undeserving poor.
One day you will realize this-after the influx of pure adrenaline subsides, after the pure feeling of joy just because you are existing subsides-that is when life actually comes through bright and clear and you are living in a car.
You might be thinking, what the hell is she talking about?
Well, I"m not sure so if you stick around you might find out too.
In your 20s you search, go to college and have one or two adventures. You think you are unique, and see your 30s as something wonderful. College fills your head with all that ivory tower living. Then in between these times you marry, barely afford the first apartment and get a job.
That period is romantically awesome-you survive paycheck to paycheck thinking working harder will help you overcome this minor, and temporary money obstacle.
Money is an obstacle. I once had $25.00 to feed myself and my husband for two weeks. That was while we both worked full time jobs, paid rent, paid student loans, and health insurance, taxes, gas, water, electric, and trash.
A full time reporter makes about $11000 a year on average. That is with a degree, and writing experience-that is what I was.
Sure, sounds bad-and it wasn't that one time. Our apartment had rats. The storage apartment connected to ours on the other side was home to a few "pack rats". Which I never knew was a real thing until one night I heard it scratching to come into our apartment. Mice of course became a normal thing too. Sticky traps and squeaks were part of a weekly routine that we could not rid ourselves of because the creatures were coming from next door.
My friend once had a roach infestation that she could not get rid of because of neighbors. She had bombed her house professionally and was clean. But it didn't matter because her neighbors had an infestation that they didn't fix.
I read a stupid article the other day that identified the habits of the rich versus the poor. In this utter nonsense were statistics. They listed things like: 78% of start up wealthy people get that way because they don't gamble, watch television, take breaks, or eat fast food.
Yep, and the sad part is that article might posisbly be what some desperate person might read in utter despair. They might think, "hey, I should just work harder." Yeah, work harder to make more money.
I know people who have almost died working long hours, and made average paychecks.
What makes us so special that we think we can achieve more than our grandparents? Really, is it the idea that we all can "afford" college now?
Plus, that's an entirely debatable topic in the first place.
Are we living in a "modern" age, so you know we just have more benefits!
Nope, no, no..shut up.
Poor people have Master's degrees, and are college educated-with internship experiences, and childrne. They have mountains of debt on their backs because they went to college, had childrne and took a mortgage out. Then, if they are educators they have jumped inot a system that cuts jobs back, imposes teaching curricula and subjects withotu room to develop a student according to waht the teacher wants. Poor people are not sitting around all day long, watching daytime tv and eating ho-hos. No, they are taking out more debt just from living.
They live on a salary developed during the Clinton years, and pay for things that have quadrupled since that time. Sure, if you receive millions of dollars for a social media platform, or creating really awesome football throw, or stepping on the backs of millions of people in indentured servitude, sure you are not worried about paying. You always will have income, because you are base.
An article I read by Linda Tirado really shines a light on it. Her essay on whey poor people make bad decisions was palatable and refreshing.
Take a look:
Rest is a luxury for the rich. I get up at 6AM, go to school (I have a full course load, but I only have to go to two in-person classes) then work, then I get the kids, then I pick up my husband, then I have half an hour to change and go to Job 2. I get home from that at around 12:30AM, then I have the rest of my classes and work to tend to. I’m in bed by 3. This isn’t every day, I have two days off a week from each of my obligations. I use that time to clean the house and soothe Mr. Martini and see the kids for longer than an hour and catch up on schoolwork. Those nights I’m in bed by midnight, but if I go to bed too early I won’t be able to stay up the other nights because I’ll fuck my pattern up, and I drive an hour home from Job 2 so I can’t afford to be sleepy. I never get a day off from work unless I am fairly sick. It doesn’t leave you much room to think about what you are doing, only to attend to the next thing and the next. Planning isn’t in the mix.
What are your thoughts on this touchy subject?
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