He had $3,900 in his account and thought he was finally ahead in life. Then he started spending like someone who had nothing to worry about. More food outside, more clothes, more entertainment, more outings, money spent around marijuana and random transfers to friends. The strange part was that he wasn’t even enjoying all of it. Some nights he went out simply because everyone else was going. Some things he bought stayed untouched. But he kept spending because stopping suddenly felt like going backward.
I just nuked all my friend’s Facebook Marketplace listings without telling her and now I’m wondering if I went too far.
She was moving out of the country so I offered to help sell her stuff online. I spent HOURS taking new pics, pricing everything, writing descriptions, and dealing with all the messages. Basically, I was her personal sales assistant.
Then a buyer was coming to pick up an item we’d already agreed on a price for. Out of NOWHERE, she tells me she wants $20 MORE.
I told her no way, I already gave them the price. My name and my Marketplace reviews are tied to this account! She insisted. So I just told the buyer it was sold and then I ghosted her.
After that, I deleted EVERY SINGLE ONE of her listings from my account. I didn’t even tell her. I was doing her a HUGE favor and I wasn’t about to let her mess with my reputation over twenty bucks. Honestly, I was done.
But now I’m like… was that too much?
When his account dropped below $600, he finally stopped. He realized he’d been trying to maintain an image of being comfortable instead of actually becoming comfortable. He cut back, rebuilt his savings and stopped caring whether people thought he’d “changed.” Months later, he was financially better than before and much less stressed. “I used to spend money so nobody would think I was broke,” he said. “Now I save money because I don’t care who thinks I am broke.”
He had $3,900 in his account and thought he was finally ahead in life. Then he started spending like someone who had nothing to worry about. More food outside, more clothes, more entertainment, more outings, money spent around marijuana and random transfers to friends. The strange part was that he wasn’t even enjoying all of it. Some nights he went out simply because everyone else was going. Some things he bought stayed untouched. But he kept spending because stopping suddenly felt like going backward.
My male coworker and I got into this disagreement. (I work with a lot of men.. so didn’t have anyone to back me up)
HELP ME so I can show them this thread tomorrow!!!
Me- “I hate when men talk to me at gas stations. I don’t need you to fill up my tank & I don’t need your creepy compliments”
Coworker- “what if a girl compliments you saying: You look absolutely beautiful”
Me- “I would say, thanks sista gal, hope you have a wonderful Wednesday.. you made my day”
Apparently I’m sexist. Am I?!?
My dad called me one morning and asked if I could send him $200.
I laughed because my dad never asks me for money.
I asked what happened.
He said, “Nothing serious. Don’t worry.”
That answer immediately made me worry.
I sent it.
Then another $300.
He called and said I shouldn’t have sent that much.
I told him to keep it.
A few days later, I found out he’d been skipping meals because he didn’t want to tell anyone his pension hadn’t come through.
That messed me up.
Not because he needed money.
Because he was willing to go hungry before admitting he needed help.
My parents’ beach house. For seven summers in a row, the same crew has shown up: my brother, his wife, and two friends. Fifteen days, every single August. The electricity, water, fuel, and the post-stay cleaning are all paid for by my mom, who is 71. This year, I’m not staying silent. Before they can book their dates, I’m sending this to the group chat: “This summer, it’s $40 per person, per week, to cover electricity, water, and cleaning.
This isn’t rent; it’s simply what it costs to run the house while you’re here. And Mom won’t be doing the dishes on the day you leave.” Two of them complained that it was shameful to charge family. The other three paid without saying a word. That day, I learned something about our parents’ homes: the people who get offended when you state the actual cost aren’t hurt by the money—they’re hurt because up until that day it was free, and now they can no longer pretend they didn’t know.
What isn’t accounted for is never appreciated
Le téléphone Google Pixel, pardonnez, je le considère comme un Android standard. Qu’est-ce ce qui le différencie des autres marques comme iPhone et SAMSUNG ?