I smoke. It’s expensive. It’s also the best option. You see, I am always, always exhausted. It’s a stimulant. When I am too tired to walk one more step, I can smoke and go for another hour. When I am enraged and beaten down and incapable of accomplishing one more thing, I can smoke and I feel a little better, just for a minute. It is the only relaxation I am allowed. It is not a good decision, but it is the only one that I have access to. It is the only thing I have found that keeps me from collapsing or exploding.
One of the first comments criticises her for complaining about money when she has the gall to be spending money on cigarettes at the same time, then goes on about how easy it is for them to get a bank account. I wonder what makes people feel that everyone deserves their station in life?
@ChickieD I was never poor either, but my parents were always very careful with money (we did eat meat, but it was generally off-cuts and offal. Almost all of our clothes were donated to us, then handed down through the family). A lot of this (OK, just about all of it) was because my father chose missionary work rather than following his major (mechanical engineering) and my parents decided that my mother should be a stay-at-home mom instead of following her major (maths).
There was a big difference between us and other people we knew, who didn’t have the resources to care for their own families or encourage their children to thrive. In many senses we were always middle class with less money than people around us; there was never the desperation that our lives wouldn’t get better no matter how much we worked, or that we were looked down upon because we were always the family with problems. More importantly, we never had crippling debt or long term unemployment. We had time to make long-term decisions and a support network if things went wrong. We had good nutrition because my mom had the time to go to multiple shops at the right time of the day or week to find cheap good quality food. My school and university fees were paid for, as well as any healthcare costs. Both of my parents had been taught important skills by their parents that meant they could mend, cook, build etc., so we didn’t have as many crises and we didn’t spend as much money on things like fast food or repairs.
It’s not usually a great resource for insightful commentary, but one of the writers on Cracked wrote a number of articles about living with poverty that had many of the same points as this article.