Another day, and no dollars. I love being broke all the time. The income is not the problem; it's the cost of living in my area.
In my city, a one-bedroom apartment is nearly $2,000 per month. A large coffee is $3.00, and a pack of cigarettes is $4.00 on the average. It sometimes occurs to me that if I stop smoking and quit drinking coffee, I might be able to pay off a chunk of these pesky student loans with ever-accruing interest. Nah. Never mind. I enjoy living on the edge.
I am told that the majority of couples our age (between 20 and 30 years old) are in debt. *Wow*.
It must be all of those lattes that we charge on our credit cards. "WTF? $200 on my American Express?!" Yeah. That's right. That extra foam you requested finally caught up with you. They're even charging you for air now.
Furthermore, at $1.50 per organically-grown-fair-trade leaf, those "specialty" salads will cost you more over time than your car payments. And I *just know* that the 99-cents/lb. apples wouldn't *taste* the same as the apples that are $2 a piece.
My generation is also very spiritual. However, we don't go to church. No, that would be too mundane for us. Instead, we crave a 2-hour session of bikram yoga taught by Swami Prkbfgrjkuoooeim--the famous yoga guru of the East. If you've never had your chakras aligned before, you don't know what you're missing! The $250 fee will seem like a bargain. (Yoga mat and bottled water not included.
Because we are so spiritually aligned, we are very in tune with our pets' needs. For example, Fluffy's new raincoat: $25. Finding Fluffy ripping the yellow slicker to shreds: Priceless. Organic vegetarian cat treats for Fluffy: $20 for 6 ounces. Finding the dog licking the empty container: Priceless.
These are examples of something called "living beyond our means"--a concept that no one in our generation seems to understand. Why pass up an opportunity for a luxury item when you can just charge that item to your credit card? "Save for it? God no! Everyone knows that all of the stores will be sold out of this fantastic gadget next week! Duh." Besides, how in the hell can I *survive* without an automatic wine-bottle-opener?
Also, what's the sense in repairing items that can just be re-purchsed? It gives me another chance to browse the mall, just in case I happened to miss something crucial on that last 8-hour excursion. What if I missed the debut of that new Limited Edition Estee Lauder Midnight Blue eye shadow? Never mind that I don't even wear eye shadow. Never mind that blue eye shadow looks hideous on *everyone*. I can get the new shade of midnight blue for *free* with a meager $150 purchase of anti-aging products! Who can pass up *that* kind of bargain?
Looking on the bright side, I won't be able to afford to shop for groceries anymore; which means I'll finally be able to fit into that $500 size zero skirt I saw at the Ralph Lauren boutique.
Three years ago, I was lucky enough to come to my senses, and I purged 2/3 of my material possessions. Yes, I am actually able to live a very happy life without most of my precious "stuff". The items that I still own are things that I use on a regular basis, or items so beautiful and sentimental that I could not bear to part with them.
I just read an article about an older couple who did this. They were actually brave enough to sell their $1.5 million home (which believe it or not, included a *ballroom*) and they bought a medium-sized house. They held an auction to sell 95% of their material posessions; which earned them a profit of $25,000. They used the earnings from the auction to purchse the bare minimum of furniture at Ikea for their new home. The only items in their moving van were a leather couch, their clothing, and some artwork that held a great deal of sentimental value.
Why did they do this? Simple. A colleage was visiting their home for a meeting with them; and he was standing in their grand hallway, staring at all of their posessions in awe. The wife asked him, "Is everything okay?" His eyes still as wide as dinner plates, the colleage said, point-blank, "You guys are *rich*." The couple realized that they had become something that they were not; something that was sadly less than their authentic selves. They realized that they did not even feel comfortable in their grandiose museum-like home that was decorated "just-so".
I'm glad I've managed to start another new trend. Maybe this is finally the one that will make it into People magazine. Plus, it makes my life worth living to know that somewhere there is a really impeccably dressed homeless woman wearing a Ralph Lauren skirt.



