I would hate to be rich. Like yuppie, driving in my SUV, talking on my cell phone yuppie rich. I took a long and tiring walk through the rich part of the city today after work. Though the houses were amazing and huge, I just know the typical family that lives in that area and it’s gross. I don’t relate to it at all. I work for a rich family and they literally have everything done for them. What’s the fun in that? Life is about struggling, it’s what makes people stronger. What happens when you’re rich and have everything done for you is you lose a sense of what the world is really like.
I’ve been stressing about being poor and low on money lately. This walk made me realize it’s okay to be poor and to struggle. My boyfriend told me this the other day. That he was proud to be poor, that it made him be a better person. I kinda understood it when he told me this but in my head I was thinking “I would like to have money and be able to do whatever I want”. The more I work for this family and walk around in this neighbourhood it makes me see what he’s talking about. I am proud to be poor. I am proud to struggle and appreciate the small things in life. I look forward to the weekend when I can spend a little bit of extra money to buy myself a slice of pizza or go out for a dinner with my bf. I would not like to be able to do this every day. That would suck balls.
This all clicked in when I saw this lady driving in her Range Rover, talking on her cell phone and looking like a barbie doll. Then I wanted to run away from this part of the city as fast as I could.
I can’t stress over money. I will be okay in the end. I will work hard and in the end pay my rent and bills. I don’t need anyone to help me. I will be okay.
Listening to Bad Brains, Black Flag and Minor Threat really gives me a whole other passion towards how I’m feeling.
So I had a rough night last night. I decided I can’t fucking sit in my apartment tonight again. I need to go out and socialize for a bit and see some people. If I don’t I might slash my eyes out.
