I hate being broke.
Yesterday was payday, and I’m already no better off now than I was a few days ago as far as my bank account balance is concerned. My rent and phone bill are paid, but I haven’t tackled my other bills yet and I’ve been putting off going grocery shopping in hopes I would magically discover the permanent cure to hunger.
I’m not a big complainer. I hate when people complain to me about their lives and try to be all “woe is me” because they’re not the only one with problems. I have them just like the next guy, but that doesn’t mean anyone else should have to listen to me complain.
But living paycheck to paycheck and having to track where every penny of my paycheck goes simply makes me realize all the trivial things we as humans have to spend money on (at least those of us in the first world), and it’s completely useless and irrevocably annoying and I would just rather not.
Food. This is the biggest annoyance. Food has to be the most pointless thing we are forced to spend money on. You can either suck it up and buy the food necessary to sustain life, or you can starve to death (personally I’d rather choose the latter, but I think that would make a couple people sad- but only like one or two).
Tampons. This one needs little explanation. If you’re a woman, you know how frustrating it is that 1) we have to deal with this every month and 2) we have to pay for the necessary “supplies” to deal with it. And if you’re a man, shut your mouth and get lost, you have no business commenting on this one.
Gas. This one is especially annoying, because America has the worst public transportation systems as a whole; there are no subways in the English countryside, but you could at least take the train. You can’t even do that in most parts of this country. I live near a city (albeit, a small one in comparison to America’s notorious cities) and the public transportation is awful. I couldn’t take the bus even if I wanted to; it would take me 2 hours to get to work. So I’m forced to drive my car everywhere, literally pissing away cash just to fuel the thing- not to mention all the pollution it spits back out.
Water. Anywhere. Anytime. Water is free, why am I made to pay for it? Whether it comes out of my faucet or from a bottle, I have to pay to have access to it. How stupid. I could just go out to a stream somewhere and bottle my own water. Although I’d probably get sick and die, so maybe for now I’ll just shut up and pay for the clean(er) stuff.
Bills. I know paying bills is one part of being an adult. Everyone has to pay them, but not everyone has to choose between doing something fun to enjoy life or keeping the water and electric on. Personally I’d rather live in a hut on the beach and be able to enjoy life, but it’d probably get really hot and people probably wouldn’t appreciate my lack of cleanliness. Although I could just bathe in the ocean…
Doctors & prescription drugs. Health care in this country should be free. When it comes to just about everything, America has it ass-backwards. If I’m sick (which I am at least once a month), I shouldn’t have to suffer through the sickness just because I can’t afford health insurance and therefore can’t afford to seek medical attention. I’ve currently been nursing a mixture of chronic bronchitis, severe allergies and a lingering cold for over a week now (although I’ve been living with the Tuberculosis-like symptoms since last August), and simply do not have the money to see a doctor or get the chest x-ray I know I probably need. If you are sick, you should be able to get the attention and medicine you need to get better, regardless of whether you can afford it or not. I’d probably be feeling healthy and energized right now if I wasn’t avoiding spending the big bucks to get the medical attention I need.
In the end, everything just needs to be free and paper money needs to become obsolete. In my mind, I’ll continue perfecting the ultimate utopian society and maybe one day it will actually come to be.
Until then, I guess I will have to continuing sucking it up and spending money where I don’t want to.
Or maybe I’ll just change my career path to professional bank robber. We’ll see.