I grew up poor as hell. I broke the cycle in my family just in time to have to deal with this shit. My garden is looking like it’s going to do well this year and if meat starts getting scarce I can go hunting from time to time or get some yard birds from the friends I get my eggs from, but god damn (or maybe I’ll go vegetarian, wouldn’t be the first time), I just wanted a little more time not having to live hand to mouth.
But I’ll make it as long as flour doesn’t get to be the price of beef. And I’ll complain the whole fucking time.
It’s kind of a sad superpower, isn’t it? Especially when you see people who have always been coddled living in luxury, start complaining.
I grew up poor as hell. I broke the cycle in my family just in time to have to deal with this shit. My garden is looking like it’s going to do well this year and if meat starts getting scarce I can go hunting from time to time or get some yard birds from the friends I get my eggs from, but god damn (or maybe I’ll go vegetarian, wouldn’t be the first time), I just wanted a little more time not having to live hand to mouth.
But I’ll make it as long as flour doesn’t get to be the price of beef. And I’ll complain the whole fucking time.