Keldoclock wrote:I dunno about you but three hundred bucks is basically nothing for cost of living in my area. It's like, *maybe* enough to cover a month's rent of a room (not a studio apartment, but a room in someone else's house/apartment), leaving you with nothing for food or all other assorted bullshit and unexpected costs that come with being poor...
Well yeah, I'm well aware of how high the cost of living is...
Hell I think it's actually higher out here in the corn, I believe my estimated share of the living expenses was something like $400-$500.
Actually being able deal with it is one of those things that is a major source of anxiety for me, considering my natural weakness when it comes to maintaining scheduled events...
Keldoclock wrote:If you think you can earn a living doing reviews of lego, cool. Just be aware that that may totally not work out and there are more conventional options for employment then starting your own business. I would be very impressed if it took you less than a year after you started doing your website for it to start turning a profit.
Dude, it's a show where I'm reviewing LEGO!...I'll be lucky if ANY revenue I make covers even HALF the cost of production.
Keldoclock wrote:I don't spend much money on myself either, but that is more due to BILLS BILLS AUGH making all of my money magically vanish at the end of every month. I haven't bought lego in like, shit, six years? something like that, unless you count brickarms, in which case its four years.
Yeah, remember that whole "forgetting to eat" thing?
Imagine on top of having the memory of a Goldfish, you are VERY aware of the fact you live in a world where your average person has to keep making 5-6 monthly payments.
Keldoclock wrote:The problem with being poor is that you have so little capital that every possible fucking thing will screw you- car breaks down? screwed. Natural disaster? screwed. Injured? better hope Medicaid will cover it. Instead of being able to fix your house or appliances when they START to show problems you can do nothing but wait till they completely break down and dip into your depressingly small emergency funds to buy whatever the store has at the time and just..... fuck.
Yes I am very well aware of the challenges of low-income living...
Lucky I have magical Autism Spectrum powers, so I can ignore a few recurring incidental expenses like personal appearance, entertainment cost, minor personal injury, food
, loosing a limb...
As long as I have access to a stream of input data, I'm fucking GOLDEN!
Keldoclock wrote:At least we're in the States and we have internet. If it wasn't for that we wouldn't be able to pick up languages or other marketable skills in our spare time, and we'd have much less resources when it comes to DIY stuff. For all that I complain, this sure beats living in a shipping container raising guinea pigs in a warzone.
Let's hear it for the Internet, the only tool that allows you to better yourself, vent about your life to complete strangers, and connect with others who share your disturbing fetishes ALL AT THE SAME TIME!
Keldoclock wrote:I find that money is pretty good motivation to get me to do stuff.
This is because you're not the adult child of an alcoholic; their priorities are often the opposite of what you'd expect. Money = empowerment, and for the ones that go hypo-responsible rather than hyper-responsible, empowerment is something they need to avoid at all costs. Because if you're helpless, then you can't be held responsible and punished.
Well to be fair, I'm also pretty big tightwad
, and if it were feasible I'd convert all of my personal cash into small coinage so that I could lay upon it like a dragonic hoard.
I've also got those magical Autism Spectrum powers, so I need to really convince myself something is ether really needed or worth the cost.
stubby wrote:Lack of executive function is a survival adaptation in a family like that.
True that man, true that.
In fact, it was a bit of an epiphany for me when I realised that maybe I wasn't naturally an utter failure at being a self-sufficient human being, and perhaps it had something to do with my parents fucking up my childhood royally.
...Unfortunately, this enlightenment came the weekend before my father was sent to pick me up for the cluster-fuck that is our family hosting Thanksgiving, so my understandable reaction of "quit bugging me or I'll put these scissors through my throat" was hilariously misconstrued as a suicide threat.
stubby wrote:The fact that you have siblings figuring out how to "take care" of you means they took the opposite, hyper-responsible course, which is just as self-destructive.
I knew I wasn't wrong about telling my sister to seek psychological help!
Really though it seems like the only ways my family deals with things is to ether be hypo-responsible, thus avoiding blame when the inevitable shit-storm that comes with something going wrong hits, or hyper-responsible so that they've got a contingency for any possible thing that COULD go wrong.
...Honestly, this makes me wonder what the hell was up with my maternal grandparents, seeing as that side of the family all has shades of hyper-responsibility:
Aunt Sherry - Arguably the happiest, but she is pretty much the living incarnation of the caricature Stephen Colbert plays on TV.
Uncle Bill - I believe he was a self-made man, but he and his wife died rather early in my life and left two post-pubescent children to fend for themselves, my then collage-aged Cousin Nick (Very similar to myself, pretty much disappeared off of everyone's radar and the last I saw of him was my grandmother's funeral, hoping he hasn't joined or started a cult
) and my then teen-aged Adopted Cousin Marnie (who my mother and sister have been keeping in touch with through face-book, when and reacquainted herself with her birth parents, think she has a kid now
My Mother - Arguable the black sheep of the family, she got an accounting degree summa cum laude, became some dudes baby-momma (source of my eleven years older brother) only to annul his ass and appears to have married the first hypo-responsible bloke to make googly-eyes at her while also being seemingly good with her young son.
Uncle Dr. Richard Wells
- The family intellectual and the one I'd hope to at least end up like, he's pretty well off but I think some bad relationships involving gold diggers and the family paranoia will leave him
Wrote a hilarious song about my mother's taste in men called "The Ballad of Melody Ann" or as my sister and I called it because of the chorus, "Big Dumb Guys!"
Scratch wrote:Title changed to reflect topic, it is sorta fucked up how this is the most active the Administration forum has been in a good while.
Dude, LIFE IS SORTA FUCKED UP!!!...Or maybe that's just my life...