Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Any good stories about kids needing a certain thing because "Every" kid in school has it?
Lol, my mom always thought there was something wrong with me because I didn't want all that. I just didn't care. I bought clothes from the DAV (cheapest thrift store in town, all clothes and shoes are a quarter). My parents bought me a brand new car when I turned 16. I soon found out, the car had to be home by 9pm, where as I did not. I worked my a** off the summer before junior year to buy myself a beater old car that could stay out all night with me, and my mom took the other car for running errands in. My mom would drag me to the mall, and wonder why I wasn't wasting my $200 paycheck buying $50 shirts. She wasn't exactly offering to pay, and I was perfectly happy in a shirt that cost a quarter. I had saved up $5000 before the end of my senior year from my after school job by not wasting my money. At that time, it was really just to prove my point that all the unnecessary material crap was BS and another way for big corporations to steal your money. I'm still almost obsessively frugal to this day, although my mom doesn't look at it as a bad thing anymore. I manage my husband and my money, always have. We have no debt, and are quite a bit more well off than others our age. And you know what? While people I graduated with struggle to keep food on the table because they STILL buy designer over plain, wearable clothes constantly, they furnished their home with the semi-luxury crap rather than practical, they go out to semi nice places often, my husband and I (on the same kind of income, if not less) occasionally drop a few grand on a weekend away or buy a truly luxury item just for the hell of it, and it's no sweat off our backs. It's unwise to drop money on a label, and some people unfortunately never learn. They are also the same people who will continue seeing Lenox as the upmost of luxury they will ever have. Rich people are rich because they don't waste money.
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