#tumblr user radiostaticcc has mother issues

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Occasional thought

I don’t long for wealth as much as you’d think.

I’m not by any means rich, but I wouldn’t call myself miserable either — in that sense, that is.

I guess I grew accustomed to complaining about my inability to treat myself with nice things like bakery croissants while sipping on my third fifty cent caramel coffee of the day, trying not to think about the three packs of instant noodles I could’ve bought instead.

It’s not ideal, but it’s fine.

My mother, on the other hand, is the kind of person who dreams of big houses and a butler who will cook and clean for her, but the issue here is that she has the financial maturity of a five year old.

I guess I inherited that from her, and although I try to fight it, half of the time I end up with, sure, things that give me dopamine, but also no food in the fridge, no soap in the bathroom, and a dread that only someone with three mortgages or a grave illness should be able to feel, but I digress.

Once or twice, she told me that in order to get rich, I must act like I’m rich. I knew what she meant, but I don’t think she did.

Sometimes, she’ll send me articles on “how to become wealthy” or “5 things students should do to increase income” and it makes me wonder why she doesn’t do all of that herself.

Her situation makes me sad, and I think, only in these moments, do I long to have the money to make her happy.