So I've heard
“When I was young I thought that money was the most important thing in life; now that I am old I know that it is.” ~Oscar Wilde
I’ve recently been enlightened on this new fangled – to me at least – thing called ‘saving’. Or at least I think that’s the proper term for it. From what I understand, when one receives money for completing a service, instead of spending every last cent of said money on random objects of desire, one puts some percentage or predetermined amount of the full amount tendered into a separate account which then garners – gosh, what’s the word?, Oh yes! – interest. Over time, the premise is to accumulate enough money that in the event of emergency, be it natural disaster or of one’s own stupidity, s/he who accumulated this money and the additional interest, will not have to resort to groveling or begging. At least I think that is how it works, but then again I’ve never been to sure.
Because of this new(ish) phenomenon of ‘saving’ I have succumbed to the demands of my parents, jesus, my own foolish will to budget. I don’t budget. I’ve never budgeted. Hell, I have a problem making a table to use for the budgeting. We’re on a roll over here. This budgeting idea came up after an incident last week known in these parts as Apartment Hell 2006 (t-shirts to come next week!) And let me tell you it was a doozie and really fun. Especially fun when I had to ask my parents, not once, but twice for $1000 from each of them; because I did not have $1000. I did not have $1.
I just don’t know where it goes. I don’t. I get paid, I babysit, the money goes into an account and then two weeks later, I’m trying to spend my last $8 at Whole Foods. Though part of me realizes that that may be part of the problem as well as a little something called alcoholism, wine is not cheap. Well, some wine is cheap, but life is too short to drink cheap wine, so I do not.
Anyway, there that is. I’m on a budget and not a damn soul feels bad for me. Not even my mother. My own mother does not feel badly for me, when I have to make a decision between this hoodie or these shoes. A travesty people.