When one is poor everything you see is something you cannot have. You go window shopping. Staring longingly at all the shiny, new objects that you wish you could buy. They call your name, please buy me. And it takes all the strength you have to muster up the courage to turn away.
Poor people spend their money on the things you need instead of the things they want. They shop at the local dollar tree, they buy used cars, they wear shoes from Payless, and pinch their pennies. There are more poor people in this world than there are rich.
They say that being poor makes you humble. But I am not sure I believe that. Actually I don't believe that, not in the least bit. Let me be the first one to tell you I am poor and I am not humble. In fact being poor has left me with a taste of bitter, like that of a lemon on the tip of my tongue.
I envy those who have all the beautiful things that I want but do not have. The perfect house, the brand new car, the latest smartphone, that Gucci purse, the fantastic job, and money...all the money they could never know how to spend quite as well as I could.
They say that money can't buy you happiness. I am not sure who first said this or why people tend to hold onto this belief, but I can tell you without a doubt in my mind that money does buy you happiness. Money can buy you a house, a car, the perfect family, a tummy tuck, shit it can even buy you love if you're that desperate.
I don't mean to sound like a hater, but for now I guess you could say I am feeling a little poor these days. So, please excuse me if I sound bitter or worse yet nasty.