Money See, Money Do.
They say that money is the root of all evil. Someone else said that whoever made up that quote must’ve been broke. I agree that money isn’t everything, but I rather cry in a mansion.
Nevertheless, money makes the world ’round. Asides from the obvious, money can provide a sense of piece of mind that ironically is priceless. I do not get paid a lot, but I do get paid significantly higher than my previous job, which I am more than grateful for. However, that’s not the point.
The point is for the first time EVER, I don’t have to worry about how much money I don’t have. Especially when I was on vacation in New York, which for a shopping addict like me, is one of the most expensive cities to visit in the United States.
Although I didn’t spend on frivolous things (mostly food and cabfare), I didn’t watch my money and it felt GOOD. Towards the end of my trip I realized that I went way over budget. My friend asked how much my budget was, to which I surprisingly replied, “Actually, I didn’t have one.” Again, it felt GOOD. When I originally planned my trip a few months ago, I was unemployed and planned to only eat out two of the nights I was there. This trip, the fun I had, ad the memories that went along with it would not have been able to happen without my new income – or such generous friends.
I’m not trying to be boastful, or brag. Trust me, what I make is NOTHING to brag about. I repeat, NOTHING to brag about. But when you’ve made jack shit in comparison to the work you’ve put in, it doesn’t take much to make you happy.
The truth is, in the world I live in (which is the world most of you live in) – I need money to survive. Since I can’t walk or bike to work, I need money for the train. Since I can’t hunt for my meals, I need money for food. Since I can’t run nekkid in the streets (without getting arrested at least), I need money for clothes. And since living in a hut isn’t realistic, I need money for shelter. Obviously, I live a life of excess although not as excessive as others. But the specific things that make me happy, are always free. When me and my friends look back at fond memories, trust me when I say the conversation never starts with, “Oh shit remember how much fun we had that one night we spent $2,000 on dinner?!”
I had the time of my life at last Friday’s Mixologi party – NOT because I spent a fortune for my fly outfit ($27 for top, skirt, and earrings!). NOT because I tipped the doorman to cut the line (party was FREE!), and NOT because I ball’d out on bottle service (I’m a freeloader lol). But because almost all the people I came to see in NY, and a few of my favorite people from SF came out that night. And I was able to do my absolute favorite things in life with all of them free of charge.