Don’t Blame Yourself
I tried. I really tried. I did the best I could with what I was given: A job, lots of bills, and just myself and my wits to depend on. That’s pretty much the bulk of it. I put as much money into investments as I could, with the idea that I could have been putting it somewhere else - like, oh I don’t know, prostitutes, drugs, expensive cars, or clothes. I don’t crave sex, use drugs, drive expensive cars, or wear fancy clothes. It’s a character flaw, I guess. The thing I could never figure out is how people who earn the same salary as I can have shore homes or live in a better place than I. I always figured it’s because they are more comfortable in debt than me. So, this retirement thing is coming up, and coincidentally the stock market is tanking and the country is at full employment. Great timing. I have less money than I had a year ago, and it’s going to be harder to find another job. Yeah, right - I’m going to have to find another job. I...