In the wake of the economy collapsing, the subprime mortgage crisis pervading every aspect of both American and International stock markets and the seemingly-endless plunge of the dollar, I can’t help but notice that this is the best time ever to already to be poor.
I mean, it’s not like there’s a 401 (K) to worry about.
Frankly, as long as the $200 I have in my savings account…and by the way, when I say savings account, I mean checking account. As long as that’s fine, I’m pretty much where I started. And even if that gets wiped out, it’ll probably motivate myself to out and make some real money for once. And now’s the time to invest anyway, right? No? I don’t know, nothing I have to worry about.
My idea of an investment at this point is grocery shopping, and I’m under the very reassuring opinion that the value of the five red apples sitting in my fridge will realize their fullest potential.
If I had money, I’d probably be very stressed out right now. I don’t need that. I value my sleep, which is most-likely why I’m broke in the first place. But as it stands I can sleep soundly tonight knowing that if the economy collapsed and wiped out everything, well, that’s kinda where I’m at already.