My parents raised me to be careful with money. Buy something if needed; get the best price; buy the smallest, ugliest car on the lot. Ho-hum. Such bastions of Puritanical lack of excess. Not to say that occasionally they didn't throw caution to the wind and splurge!
For instance, in 1984, my dad finally caved in to familial pressure and bought us an electric lawnmower. My brother and I basically ruined it, ran over the cord many, many times, and terrorized the cat with it, but boys will be boys.
I have tried to live up to this example in my own life. Mostly because my chosen profession pays next to nothing and right now, I am literally making nothing!
But......
Every once in a while a man must bust loose and shimmy down the pole of self-indulgence. (What the hell does that mean? I don't know, it just sounded good!). My purchase is not entirely frivolous, you'll see. It is something I wish had existed when I was single. It would wow a woman like nothing else can, not even a bouquet of red roses. I would have loved to sidle up to a single mamasita and not only impress her with my me-ness, but prove to her that I am wealthy beyond measure. Come on, what 20 something would turn this opportunity down??? Now, alas, this is not an option, but I can still pretend I am rich....
I have just this last few minutes paid $9.99 (!) for the following item that I cannot CANNOT wait to carry around each and every day:
Stupid purchase? Quite likely!
A lot of money that will not noticeably bulge my back pocket? Sort of.
An awesome pile of rocks? Oh, yeah!
You don't have to pretend to be rich - you are Rich!
ReplyDeleteSo true!
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