It's been a while now since I posted anything, for that, please excuse me. We have, for the most part, successfully relocated to our very own pad. And for the first time in years, I felt great again.Maybe it's because having your own pad the natural thing to do, once you have a family of your own. I mean, this is how nature designed us. Eventhough we all grew up with extended family lounging about grandma's pad, I think there is a sort of complacency if it's only your immediate family hassling you in the bathroom every morning...
In spite of my obvious excitement over this, I kept pushing a dark, troublesome truth behind the facade, hoping like constipation, it'll all go away by itself. You see, I am spending over 60% (sixty percent) of my monthly salary, which by the way is conveniently a fixed one... leaving me with a dwindling cashflow every month. Top that off with my now out of control debt, which by the way I thought I was able to control for over a year now.
I know what you guys are saying... "oh god, not another disgruntled worker..." but that's exactly the point... I mean, I, without hinting arrogance, am already getting a very good salary, compared to my contemporaries both in age and in profession...
So I think it all boils down to this... either I am supposed to make more money than what I am making now... or I start to take control of my maverick lifestyle... The sad part of this is, I thought that I will be able to handle things a little better, now that I am making this much...
Still, the worst part is waking up realizing that everything (the anxiety, due bills, and debt) is all coming back - and probably with a vengence....
That's it... I declare that I am now officially, under recession.... any emergency economic plans you might have will be most welcome...
