Well, that started off with a bang (literally). Another day off school, not another day off work though. Everybody’s just tired from yesterday. All the thinking, walking, travelling, crying and feeling.
“Can you see my eyes are shining bright?
Cause I’m out here on the other side
Of a jet black hotel mirror and I’m so weak
Is it hard understanding I’m incomplete?”—Famous Last Words, My Chemical Romance
Talking about it last night, I’m not given child; I’m a provided. I’m “forced” to manage that whatever little I get a week, with an empty bank account more than often. I had my own personal acount from just $40 to start out with. Everything else I need/want is by request and documentation, pretty bureaucratic. I don’t have anything against it, I’m comfortable in this (sometimes very) modest lifestyle allowance. Just enough to eat 5 days a week, get my school supplies and get me around on the train and bus. Arguably, that’s probably why I’m pretty spendthrift whenever I’ve got a little extra, but hey. I’m learning.
I don’t shop for clothes with my own money, so I take whatever choices I get (even though I get picky) because: 1. Its not my earned money, I see it as a gift. 2. I don’t see much need for fancy clothes on a day-to-day basis. Therefore whatever I earn(ed) or saved usually ends up going to my social life or my bike.
Looking out on the streets seeing 9-year-olds bouncing to an iPhone, 15’s with designer clothes, I can’t help but to wonder what I’ll do when I have kids. Give andlet them learn, or provide and teach?