I feel like I must be too young to be so stressed out about money, but it’s not like this is a new situation in my life.
Growing up, we were never poor, but I did see my mom cry when our electricity was cut one night because we couldn’t afford to pay the bills. We were never poor, but I did know which friends I could borrow $5 from and not have to pay it back. We were never poor, but it’s not like I could just ask for the things I wanted — I had to pay for them myself with Christmas or birthday money, or the money I earned from working odd jobs. I learned to be a self-sufficient hard worker who didn’t mind — and still doesn’t mind — using a little cunning to get the things I wanted.
I don’t like asking for money; it’s not my style. In college, I only asked for money from my parents as a very, very last resort — When I literally had $5 to my name and no groceries in my fridge. Otherwise, I juggled plenty of jobs with schoolwork and unpaid internships in order to be able to go to one of the most expensive schools in the nation in one of the most expensive cities in the nation. In a school full of people from much more affluent backgrounds than mine, it was hard to keep up. Try explaining to someone who’s never experienced financial hardship that when you say you’re “broke,” it means you have $20 in your bank account and you need to use that to feed yourself for the next week — Sorry, can’t make it to that $13 movie at the Georgetown AMC.
It’s hard to find people to talk to about it. Friends either empathize because they’re struggling, too, or they squirm whenever the subject of money is brought up, which tends to happen in the form of complaints after a few drinks. Parents try to help out, but how can you truly offer advice when you’re in a bad financial situation as well? And that’s what people don’t see: When I complain about money, I don’t want sympathy. I want someone to tell me what to do.
I don’t hold it against my friends, who are easily some of the most incredible, loving people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. Our culture has taught us not to talk about money or how best to deal with it. Having money was a privilege when I was younger; no one ever taught me that I should be putting it away. But, why? Money is so important — It determines where we live, what we do in our free time, what jobs we say yes to, and even who we become friends with. We (generally) don’t learn about money management in school, we’re not supposed to talk about our financial situations with anyone outside of our immediate
family, and don’t even think about bringing up the money question when you’re interviewing for a job — all of which is completely ridiculous.
Maybe if we taught the children of America how to manage their finances, we wouldn’t have so many students defaulting on their loans or moving back in with their parents. Maybe we’d all be doing a little bit better.
Until that happens, I guess money will just have to remain a subject I hold my tongue on –Until I’m having drunken confession time with my friends, of course.
[Contributed by Nicole C.]