|This is me being SO EXCITED to get frozen pizzas in my basket.|
This was taken before I noticed all of the lettuce.
*Note: I have not eaten the pizzas yet. Those will be an end-of-challenge special treat.
Hey, guys. So, you might have noticed that I'm doing this Food Basket Challenge. Perhaps you've heard of it? Anyway, one of the reasons that I really wanted to take part was because I knew I needed this sort of wake-up call. I mean, my issues have been like, "I really want to buy a tutu! But I have to pay off my credit card bills! Which I have because of buying things like tutus! LIFE IS SO HARD AHHHH"
But one of the things I've come to realize is that there is a really fine, weird, zig-zaggy invisible line between haves and have-nots. And I thought I was somewhere in the middle of the spectrum, what with the no-car, and the no-kids, and the quasi-frugal ways. But really, I fall pretty well completely in the "haves" column, even though I really shouldn't.
I've been acting like a little top hat boy, when I'm really a short pants and messy hair boy.
That being said, the messy hair boys are way cuter. So, there's that.
If you look at my bank balance and my debt, I don't think it's that far off from people who rely on services like the food bank. What's the difference? For me, partly, is that because of my full-time job, I can pretty easily get approval for credit. That isn't real money, but it still works when you need to buy groceries and are out of cash.
So what's the difference between someone who genuinely accepts that they don't have a lot of money, and someone like me, who runs around pretending like they have a lot of money? A lot of it has to do with presentation (i.e. outfits, hairstyling, makeup, etc.) (and yes, I have been mainlining episodes of What Not To Wear for the last like two months). A lot of it, sadly, has to do with race, I think. And that's a whole other thing for a whole other blog that is a lot less silly than this one.
|In case you weren't sure, this is not a serious blog.|
Also: I totally am allowed to eat butter this week and I LOVE IT.
Anyway. So far I have totally been knocked over the head with how I have been really taking money for granted. For instance, I was in LUSH today and did not even for one second consider buying a really nice-smelling shampoo that happened to come in a teeny-tiny tub and cost $24. Because that is REALLY TOO MUCH to spend on shampoo, even if you're Kim Kardashian. (and even if it smells like coconut, which it did)
Also, I've realize how much I take food for granted. Having to eat from the same batch of food (that I don't necessarily enjoy) has made me treat food with a lot more respect - scraping the last bit of onion off the cutting board, scraping the last bit of sauce out of the pan, etc.
Make do and mend! And wash! And scrape!
Frugal unmarried single childfree housewife types unite!
So anyway. I'm very zen and thoughtful right now because I just had the last of my spaghetti-and-sausage-tomato-sauce meal and tomorrow I'm going to be a lot more hungry. I'm going to go to the soup kitchen (which doesn't just have soup, from what I understand) over the weekend to supplement my food, and I know I'll come out of that experience with even more thoughts spiralling around in my brain.
Oh, also? I signed up today to get a "good food box" which, for $8 a month, delivers fresh fruit and veg to you. And the money goes towards helping them provide this service for other people who can't afford it. If there's a program like this in your town, you should totes take part! (I know Carla from 1/2 Dozen Daily does this sort of thing already)
3 more days!