It sucks being poor sometimes. Granted, I am not third world, worrying about where my next meal is coming from poor. I'm just poor enough to be at an uncomfortable level. And maybe it's America's materialistic expectations that I'm comparing myself with, but the point is the lack of comparison.
I mean, sometimes I absolutely love being poor.There is some shit you do when your poor that you might not do if you come into some money. Like sitting on the roof of your rickety shed with your girlfriend and two other friends because you don't have a two story window to look out of at it. Or watching your neighbors take their drunk fight outside because there isn't enough room in their trailer to roll around stupid drunk. I actually brought two lawn chairs and popcorn out to watch one.
But, for every upside, there is a down side. Like barely scraping money together for community college because you have just enough money for the government not to give a shit. Or someone vandalizing your car and skating on the edge of poverty that month because you have to pay a $250 fee so your insurance will cover it. Or having a stoned neighbor attack another neighbor with a chainsaw at 2:00am in the morning (I shit you not, this happenned).
I feel blessed for the comfort level I have been given, and I am trying to improve my situation, but there is just the little shit that sometimes gets me down.
For anyone else with the Po' boy (or girl) blues, write down your verse for the rest of us to shake our head and empathize (or sympathize).
I mean, sometimes I absolutely love being poor.There is some shit you do when your poor that you might not do if you come into some money. Like sitting on the roof of your rickety shed with your girlfriend and two other friends because you don't have a two story window to look out of at it. Or watching your neighbors take their drunk fight outside because there isn't enough room in their trailer to roll around stupid drunk. I actually brought two lawn chairs and popcorn out to watch one.
But, for every upside, there is a down side. Like barely scraping money together for community college because you have just enough money for the government not to give a shit. Or someone vandalizing your car and skating on the edge of poverty that month because you have to pay a $250 fee so your insurance will cover it. Or having a stoned neighbor attack another neighbor with a chainsaw at 2:00am in the morning (I shit you not, this happenned).
I feel blessed for the comfort level I have been given, and I am trying to improve my situation, but there is just the little shit that sometimes gets me down.
For anyone else with the Po' boy (or girl) blues, write down your verse for the rest of us to shake our head and empathize (or sympathize).
