Many years ago, an ex told me I had no concept of money. Was greatly incensed and deeply offended to say the least. Basically I wanted to kill him. Actually, anything said in that tone would’ve elicited a similar response. But nothing maddens me more in escalating altercations than throwing flaws in my face that I’m not yet able to see. They’re difficult enough to accept in best-case scenarios.
There is definitely an endless list of things I’d love to procure had I the financial (as opposed to criminal) means to procure them. But my idols do not revolve around obtaining or proactively enumerating items on said list, and I most decidedly do not have the means, so figured I dwelled in the higher echelons of fiscally savvy. Enter http://www.mint.com.
According to this website that rocked my world, I spend three to four times more money than I thought I did. This includes rent. And it comes as a shock every month. Apparently I tend to live beyond my means. I don’t spend much day-to-day, so I allow myself impulse buys here and there, since not spending on the things I really do need means I have leeway in my budget. “You’ve been so good, here’s a reward.” Right? NO. Turns out the exceptions became the rule, and it is a real problem. My concept of money needs major reconstruction.
Very soon, the way I handle my finances could necessitate relocation to a lovely neighborhood known as Skid Row. Wish I could just live on love like they do in the songs. But I admit I like the struggle. Sometimes.