I don’t have the literary strength to make a pit thread about this, but it’s bugging me, nonetheless.
I’m a parent. I have kids. I have daycare, a clothing budget, playdates and birthday parties.
I also have a severely cramped budget as a result. (well, that and we’re down one income, but that’s temporary, and still doesn’t account for what I’m feeling.)
Now I fully understand the desire to NOT be burdened by rugrats. But.
When you whine to me that, gosh, your budgets strapped because you just bought $17,000 worth of airplane propellers…I’m not going to feel that sorry for you.
Another example is my kid’s godfather. He’s so damned busy in his single life, doing his day job, dealing with his 4 or 5 rentals, taking trips across the world, and hanging out with his girlfriend du jour, that he’s booking his calendar 5 months out. He cannot cannot cannot take a couple of hours off on a weekend to see the kids.
I asked you to be their godfather as I thought they could learn from you. You accepted that duty. Thanks a lot.
I no longer have the racing budget I once had. I cannot afford to fix the racecar if it’s broken being the weekend warrior…and yet, I don’t really miss it. I guess I’ve moved on to other things, but racing just doesn’t ‘do’ it for me much anymore. Friends toyed with shifterkarts…heck, a used one’s just $5k, and a season’s racing can be done for $1-$2k. But I guess I didn’t want to do so bad enough.
I’m struggling to find why I’m bent out of shape…as near as I can tell, it’s because the complaining about not having the time or money from these people just seems so…shallow. so selfish.
Believe me, I miss some of it. But whether it’s the years, the mileage, or they’re doing stuff I’m just not interested in anymore, I don’t have a lot of empathy for their plight.
Or, it could just be sour grapes.