on being broke.

The truth is always a bitter pill to swallow. I am perpetually broke. And I don’t know what to do with it. In fairness to me, I had a plan towards better days: I promised to force myself to a financial hiatus. But, no. Spending money is one of life’s constants and I have to deal with it.

When I was younger, money was a lot easier to handle. I can even remember being able to save up P100 just in time for my brother’s birthday. I bought him a cheap remote controlled airplane that doesn’t fly. I was satisfied knowing that I was able to save, but spending it was more delightful.

High school was the advent of my life’s financial crisis. It was the time I learned responsibility. I stopped (or more of moderated) begging for extra allowances whenever I go out with friends or whatever. I realized that if I would like to feed on my whims, I have to pay for everything. Well, at least in spirit.

College, as I feel, is the peak of the crisis. Or maybe this is when the rising action towards the peak starts. I can really feel my pocket draining. With all the spending shitnitz that I have to fulfill, nothing is left for me. I am forced to rely on my parents for the basics – shirt, pants/jeans, shoes, etc. – which during these times, I find hard to ask for. As you may know, we’re not class A. We belong to class O, as in O-kay lang. My class readings are not included in the category of basics. So once in a while I force my parents to “subsidize” me.

Fortunately I can still manage to enjoy life in many ways, like eating out with friends and stuff. Which leads me to think, is my money enough or am I just spending too much?

I was talking to Alfha on our way home. She told me she wanted to get a part time job since her Wednesdays and Fridays can now be called free days – meaning she don’t have classes on these days anymore. I am always tempted with the idea to have a part time job too, but laziness prevails and so I remain broke.

The semester is about to end and Daisy’s birthday is approaching. I remember a promise to attend her debut in the far away land of Mindoro. Speaking of far away, let’s talk about the fare that I’ll need. Last time I checked, my savings wasn’t even enough for a one-way trip. So, good luck.

In fairness to me, I had a plan towards better days: I promised to force myself to a financial hiatus. But, no. Joy and I will watch Isang Panaginip na Fili this Thursday and I’m not even required.