Good for him.
If youre poor, or making not a lot of money the best thing you can do is accept that youre not rich instead of overcompensating to feel better about your misfortune. And invest or save up the bit of extra money you do have, live frugile.
When I was a kid, before my mom rented a house, we lived in a cochroach infested apartment and she worked in a paper mill making chump change and part time at a gas station (my dad was in jail for 3 years for selling cocaine) and even though she was an alcoholic, she was functioning and didnt try to overcompensate through materialistic means and saved what she could. No car, limited food in our fridge, hand me downs..etc
When my dad got out of jail he got a job, and helped my mom even then we still lived on a really tight budget and stayed there for a few years. I remember being execited for school lunches because we mostly ate fukkin ramen and pb&j, everyday. i got picked on in school for my clothes (kmart, hand me downs & payless shoes) when most people were rockin hollister, abercrombie and fubu. I felt like a loser.
Anyways, fast forward years later..my parents own their own house now, they arent rich..they couldnt put me through college or nothing but they are not struggling. They still live frugile with certain things, though. because its apart of them and what made them.
they came from growing up poor and living in the projects (my dad lived in a two bedroom apt with a single mother, 7 brothers and sisters)
Now, i know we were granted with white privilege but regardless, i think the power of living within your means, investing what you can into yourself and living frugile can go a long way. Not everyone comes from the same situation, though.
This story just had me reflecting back on growing up.
If youre poor, or making not a lot of money the best thing you can do is accept that youre not rich instead of overcompensating to feel better about your misfortune. And invest or save up the bit of extra money you do have, live frugile.
When I was a kid, before my mom rented a house, we lived in a cochroach infested apartment and she worked in a paper mill making chump change and part time at a gas station (my dad was in jail for 3 years for selling cocaine) and even though she was an alcoholic, she was functioning and didnt try to overcompensate through materialistic means and saved what she could. No car, limited food in our fridge, hand me downs..etc
When my dad got out of jail he got a job, and helped my mom even then we still lived on a really tight budget and stayed there for a few years. I remember being execited for school lunches because we mostly ate fukkin ramen and pb&j, everyday. i got picked on in school for my clothes (kmart, hand me downs & payless shoes) when most people were rockin hollister, abercrombie and fubu. I felt like a loser.
Anyways, fast forward years later..my parents own their own house now, they arent rich..they couldnt put me through college or nothing but they are not struggling. They still live frugile with certain things, though. because its apart of them and what made them.
they came from growing up poor and living in the projects (my dad lived in a two bedroom apt with a single mother, 7 brothers and sisters)
Now, i know we were granted with white privilege but regardless, i think the power of living within your means, investing what you can into yourself and living frugile can go a long way. Not everyone comes from the same situation, though.
This story just had me reflecting back on growing up.
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