Thank you Fionn and Monstro. Especially thank you for recognizing my intent here.
This thread has really disturbed me. I really wanted to be completely honest about my life here (with this and the immigration threads) because I do feel like I have something to share. Of course I should have known better than to bring it here. I was starting to feel as if I had something to be ashamed of here but I talked about it with my daughter and she reminded me of something important. I personally will never be rich because I really don’t give a shit about being rich. I have never really needed much beyond the basics. It’s just how I am. Don’t care about tv or other electronics, don’t need much more than the fridge and stove, although I do like the dishwasher Mig found on the road and fixed. I don’t mind washing clothes in the tub and hanging them out, and if my car is running, I don’t mind using a screw driver to get it started. I won’t miss the internet that much when it’s gone as long as I have my library card I’ll have something to do.
I’ve never known anyone else like this except Mig, so I guess we’re double-doomed now. Whenever we have extra money he’s likely to give it away. Now THAT drives me crazy but I know it’s just his nature. That’s why HE will never be rich.
I recognize there’s a big difference in being poor and having enough money to save for the future, pay all the bills, and have a few vacations. I may never be that way again either. That bothers me a bit more. I had no problems with this when I was working. I’ve been applying, have a current resume ready, and now I have my daughter situated in a school with adequate after-school care.
So there you have it. Poor people remain poor because we just don’t give a shit about being rich.
Or, to put it nicely, there are just other things we find more important than money.
For me, it’s obviously being there for my family. Clearly the decision made things rough for me financially, whether it was caring for my mother or staying at home with my little girl so she doesn’t have to be shuttled off to daycare. I do have some pretty bad phobias, enough that it’s getting harder to leave the house, but it hasn’t gotten to the point where I refuse to do the regular things like pick up groceries. I have seen by various psychiatrists, therapists, and counselors since I was a teen about ongoing depression and anxiety issues. I’ve been through therapy twice and tried four different types of medication for it. I don’t think it’s ever going to help. I mean, I have hope that something will help me. I’ve honestly read and done all the self-help books, workbooks, websites, etc. I have a huge folder of bookmarks directly related to phobias and anxiety. But what do you do when some of the top phobias you have will make it near impossible to GET the help you need. But I have tried. And tried and tried and tried.
To hell with calling me a victim. I’m not a victim. I’ve survived a lot more than many have. Yeah some people DO make it out of a shithole childhood and exactly the right formula of luck, hard work, and natural talents make awesome overcoming-the-odds stories. But they’re so awesome because it’s so rare. Fuck you for calling me a victim when all I’ve done here is share a part of my life. I did not come here begging for money. I didn’t come here to make excuses for my own life or ask a single one of you for pity. I was trying to HELP YOU UNDERSTAND instead of letting you wallow in your ignorance on the subject. Oh no that can’t happen. That ruins your little piss on the poor festival. I’m clearly someone’s dysfunctional mother. They couldn’t possibly be projecting their issues could they? I mean really, what the hell is wrong with people? Just shit on anyone, don’t you, just so you can feel superior?
And yes, Balthisar, I chose to live my life in a way that made being rich or even somewhat comfortable near impossible. I said that from the beginning. What I did not do is doom my life to poverty by having a child early. That child helped me. She was not a mistake. This is what I objected to; someone hearing about my life and then smacking a label on me like I’m a case he’s solved. Scroll back up and check it out for yourself. I said I do not play the lottery, I do not go to casinos, I do not have a fear of direct deposit, and **then went on to explain MY reasons for remaining poor.
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