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The Thirst for Money Is Killing All of Us
And I think we probably won’t realize it till it’s too late.
My aunt just bought two slices of chocolate cake for $3.99 each, and I couldn’t help saying, a little snidely, “You know, you could have bought a box mix and a container of icing for about that same amount.” As always, she ignored me, grumbling a little under her breath how much I was becoming just like my uncle when it came to money matters.
After going a year and a half without a job and being unable to collect unemployment, I must admit I’m a bit less lax now when it comes to money. I try to scroll past all the dozens of “I Made X Amount of Money This Month on Medium” articles, but they lure me in at the worst of moments because I too wonder how I can be part of the lucrative six-percent who make at least three figures a month from this platform.
And then there are the moments where I let debt run away from me — where I buy something I wanted instead of needed, where I indulged when I should have tightened my purse strings and turned away. Only recently have I learned what it’s like to earn more than eleven dollars an hour at a job. For years I worked retail positions that paid me about eight dollars an hour. I honestly didn’t feel I was worth more anyway.
