There’s nothing that irritates me more than people who don’t know how to manage their money.
Not that it’s any of my business, of course, how a person spends their cash. They’ve rightfully earned it and can spend it however they'd like.
What I cannot stand is when someone bitches about the choices they've made. If you're throwing your money away, is it really any wonder why you're so gosh darn poor?
You know who I'm talking about. It's the friend with a financially stable job, an expensive AF apartment a couple blocks from downtown who can only be found at the bars every night of the weekend.
They're the friend who splurges money on brunch because they're just so hungover they couldn't possibly muster the energy to scramble some eggs. Then, brunch leads to bottomless mimosas, bottomless mimosas lead to afternoon cocktails, and afternoon cocktails take them all the way to taking shots at the bar by midnight...and they wonder where their paycheck has gone?
Friend, don't come bitching to me. You've made your choices on how you'd like to spend your money. Oh—and for the record?—you're not broke AF.
You're just at the bars every Friday night.
What irritates me is that you wonder why I'm able to pay my bills on time. Why I have extra cash to go do fun things like see a movie or go to a concert. Why I'm able to afford insurance, and why I can fix my car if ever it breaks down.
Hello?! I'm not careless. I plan ahead. I skip most nights out. Not because I don't want to go, but I don't want to watch my paycheck disappear like I see yours.
It’s really not rocket science. Between Uber rides, cover charges, countless beers, and tips per every drink order—you’re spending a pretty penny each night that you go out.
There’s nothing wrong with going and whooping it up. We all need to let lose some steam after a particularly stressful week, and it’s fun to meet up with friends and dance. However, it's a choice we make with pros and cons.
The con is that it costs money, but you haven't seemed to realize that yet.
I’m sorry you’re not in college anymore and don’t have the safety blanket of Mommy and Daddy to bail you out when you’ve caught yourself in a financial bind. Go cry to them about your so-called “brokenness,�? and see what they have to say. I can promise you right now that you’ll find them just as unsympathetic as me.
Grow up. Life isn’t a frat party, and you’re not pledging Delta wasteful brat. If you want to pay your rent on time, then you’ll stop throwing your money away .
No one's going to hear it. No one's going to sympathize with you being a party asshole—least of all me.
Stay in for once. You’d be surprised by how much you save. Seriously.
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