How Easily We Forget

My family didn't have a ton of money growing up; granted, most of it went to me. I had plenty. We didn't have plenty. There was always food in the fridge and toys under the Christmas story. This isn't one of those posts. However, there was not an abundance. I choose this word specifically and I imagine most middle to lower income families fall under this category. Living in these particular classes had a side effect I had not discovered until recently: the overvaluing of things. Without scarcity, everything becomes an open beach. If someone snags a prime piece of real estate you can walk five feet and settle into an equally appealing patch of land. Once, while under the impression I had lost my Game Boy, I conducted a Fugitive-esque sweep of the block. That tiny brick held an unnatural power of me.

This post isn't coming out right. I'm going to end it.

Basically, I'm saying that if you've got money, you can replace your shit. You don't think about it. And maybe that's a good thing, the detachment from material things. Maybe being wealthy lets you think about shit that isn't your Game Boy, like your math homework. And maybe that helps you get a little further in life than you otherwise might have.