Money, Material, & Living
It’s so odd how, I’m sitting at work, right now, figuring out the FIGURES to the cost of living in Boston, at the moment.
It all comes down to the truth when I realize that, I’m all set. I only have an allowance of 37.10 per week and that’s good. Now, when I tell people this, they gawk at the idea that a person, a HUMAN being should ever have to deal with a 37 weekly budget. In my head I’m wondering against them, isn’t it enough? But apparently not, that is according to the standards of today’s living situation.
Don’t kids (those that were born in a well-to-do family) get a weekly allowance of at least 20 dollars? Then there’s the added benefit that they don’t have to pay for bills and fees. I have that, don’t get me wrong, I’ve never before in my life had a weekly allowance of any sorts (jobs do not count, that was earned money). For the first year of my college life I am depending on my Financial Aid to pay for my apartment, bills, and extra fees (I’m still figuring out how I’m going to do that without loans). I didn’t add food cost since I figured that would be a luxury related cost (In my life it has always been so, so I’m not complaining). I think this is a fairly decent deal that I have worked out for myself. I can even save up my allowance to buy material things… and that’s when it hits me.
What do we all worry about when we worry about money? Not the living cost, not the bills, or the fees. No, we worry about whether or not we can buy another set of clothes, shoes, games, novels (at least I do), or a the new mp3 player that is coming out that coming year. It appalled me that I fell into that trap. But what is entertainment in this era than the most practice pass time? Shopping. It saddens me that I can’t help but be a part of it. We are borne to a generation that allows leisure spending, tons of leisure spending. Working is about being able to afford material goods.
Although I say this in a tone that cries against leisure spending, that is my reaching goal. It’s slowly building there ever since I first got a job as a sophomore in high school.
Oh and if you are wondering, I do have a job right now, it’s work study, yeah….
My life’s good, but not good enough. Ahh the wonders of today’s societies. It’s never enough to just please them, they always want more.
*Que self beat down*
Now tell them how ungrateful you are.
I am an ungrateful unidentified-hard to determined-generation who likes candy corn.
This is my first attempt into WordPress
Here is where I will try and attempt to create ART. I capitalize art because most would firstly assume art in the sense that it is image saturated. I, who constantly struggle with everyday grammar and has a hard enough time developing a thesis for a paper, am trying to attempt to write, yes write. And I am sorry if I offend the term art. When you see the work that I will produce, you will no what I mean. But art is creation and what I am trying to do is to create something and better develop my writing skills.
I want that ability to produce vivid descriptions that so easily comes from the many books I’ve read in my past time. Close to a year and a half ago I ran into this site, dooce.com, where I became fascinated in the performance of her well placed words and her witty perspective in life that is supported by the way she writes.
I was jealous. But that’s life always wanting what you don’t naturally have.
I try so hard just to get a well developed sentence out but it becomes awkward because it’s noticable, as you can see.
