A snippet from an article on Huffington Post about what it means to be working poor.
Pretty spot on…
I got into an argument today with someone who is a landlord, and they were outraged, outraged, to find that their evicted tenants owned an Xbox 360. Never mind that the console was ten years old and worth perhaps $50 on Craigslist, they were outraged that their evicted tenants did not sell it, along with the very clothes on their back, to pay their back rent. I tried to explain to him that when you are $1800 in back rent, $50 isn’t even a dent in that debt. Why bother? Why bother selling that $50 item if it isn’t going to get you any less evicted? If it’s not going to save you, you’ll hold on to it. Money becomes meaningless when you’ll never have enough to hold onto. You just let it flow like water through your hands. It’s all gone anyways, no matter what you do. It was gone before it ever touched you.
This is what middle-class people and above never understand.
All very true; I get so tired of arguing with people on Reddit who think that it’s a crime for poor people to have fun. But seriously, we’re still human. I don’t see the point in living in absolute misery for years and years just so that you can save up a meager sum of money. I’m not saying you shouldn’t save or plan for the future, but you also shouldn’t forget that you’re living right now and try to enjoy your life to the fullest. It’s a balancing act, one that some people are better at than others, and one that some people don’t have to do at all and so they just don’t understand it at all, because to them being poor is the absolute worst thing in the world that you can be. I think being utterly miserable is worse than being poor.
Look at your school of witchcraft and wizardry. Now look at mine. Now yours. Now back to mine. Sadly, your school is not mine, but if you all got off your broomsticks and started using a real sorcerer’s deodorant, it could smell like mine. Abracadabra! I’m a horse.