The old adage holds that the love of money is the root of all evil.
And that’s cool. That’s fine. I don’t love money. I just have a really deep, profoundly intimate, slightly cosmic respect for it. In all seriousness, cash is king, and never more so than when your post-graduate debt starts rising like the d*mn flood. You may end up wishing you’d majored in something other than the Humanities (English majors, where you at). I corner myself nightly wishing I had studied something a little bit more lucrative. Regardless of your personal beliefs concerning money, you probably need it. We aspire for monetary success so greatly that we end up stunting for each other: expensive trips, bills, eating out, bills, shopping sprees, bills, and nights out all add up. Also, bills. They can leave you suffering in silence, wondering why you can’t keep up with your friends. What you don’t know is that all the while, your friends are wondering why they can’t keep up with you. There you have it: nobody getting to the money. Everybody mad. It’s easy to claim that this is because of the culture. Sure, there’s a certain expectation of lifestyle and fashion that we all hold each other to. But, we’re really flexing for our own egos. Why? Because we know we don’t f*cking deserve this sh*t. Your bank account does not reflect your worth. You deserve happiness. You deserve health care. You deserve a free education. You deserve the job you studied for. You deserve to be able to go out with your friends. You deserve to experience the world without them pending transactions “coming to you as an individual.” I try to prepare for this by paying myself as well as every other bill. Whether it’s $50, $30, even $5 out of every check, it will add up. Anything is better than nothing. I try not to overextend myself with the extracurricular activities, too. I give myself no more than two nights a month for accepting invitations to go out. Ion even be using them nights all that much because? I’m depressed?? Both financially and emotionally, socializing costs a grip. You never really have to pay to go out when you’re in school. I was a pretty happy b*tch when I was dancing, and so I know that I can be again. It’s easier and a lot less harmful with just a little preparation. You feel like you’re turning into a miser, but protecting your finances just means you’re *gasp* turning into a functioning adult. And I love that adult, just like I love that happy b*tch. While I can’t say that I love money, their comfort and security is what causes me to respect it.
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