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Post it baby. We all need a bit of pain free.
I grew up middle class, Dad 2 jobs, Mom 1. Any poverty was by choice as a young adult, and is a main reason why there are no kidlets in Warchville. (Remember I went and got that dern Art History degree to my parent's chagrin.) My rock bottom though was in the early 80s, giving plasma, ugh, for bus money to get to work. The poverty was hardly romantic.
I liked to find work at places that would feed you- small restaurants or hotels were great. I spent all of my 20s and most of my 30s with short term health insurance at best and consider myself so damn lucky nothing too terrible went down. I did some bartering for stuff and services, had my wisdom teeth out as part of a med study, at one point the Mr. found a great Dr. that was a music fan and would swap treatment for lessons. I'm big on thrift stores and reusing stuff. I can cook large batches of great, cheap, peasant food. Beans and rice.
There was no way that I could handle a classic office job on a permanent basis and the lack of $ was my choice. Now, some would probably consider me poor today, but to me, even with one rusty 20 yr old car... being able to take the Mr. to a physical therapist and get my teeth cleaned for a modest charge and hangout in a crumbling house we dont rent but will eventually own in 15 years... it feels oh so flush.
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