If you’re 20-something and you have your own place, a car, an HD TV with cable and Netflix, an insured pet plus enough money to spare, then aren’t you so lucky. I’m not entirely sure if this ideal demographic represents a significant percentage of the current US population but if you fit this mold, I am jealous of you buddy. Not only am I incapable of renting my own place, I am also currently on the edge of a possible job loss.
Relax, I am aware of the dangers of these pangs of jealousy. Please know that these are not just ill feelings, they also do a good job of reminding me to be better everyday. I’m very hopeful that in less than three years, I can achieve a level of stability where there’s an ample time to relax and breathe in between paydays, quarterly shopping sprees, hefty funds for some traveling and a considerable amount of job satisfaction.
I will get there eventually. I’ll be 27 and fulfilled. But as of August 28th, 2013 at 7:44 pm, I am fearful that if I lose my job because of my company’s difficult merger situation, I’d only be clinging to what’s left of my bank account that can last me for a few months, maybe a couple if I quit Starbucks and eating out. I guess I have to mentally prepare myself and be really smart now: no more unnecessary purchases and self indulgences. Only food and wine.
Oh well. Crossing my fingers I can meet all these looming car payments.
between love & hate 