full_title = "Being very poor for 9 months has given me incredible perspective on things." show_self_text
The past year was really, really tough. I think I made something like $7,000 last year. And I pay rent, and eat, and have a phone bill. I don't live at mom and dads. I'm 27.
Honestly, I sponged more than I would have liked a lot. Even living an incredibly miserly life doesn't cut it when you're earning virtually nothing. But I have a huge amount of personal pride when it comes to borrowing money and I never allowed that to get ridiculous. The sum total of money borrowed is about $750 from various friends. I achieved this by basically doing nothing ever, and eating chicken soup 7 days a week. The weight of this debt was absolutely crushing me. The embarrassment of not being able to buy my own beer and having my friends check up on me all the time was just too much.
They were really sympathetic, but they just don't understand the level of poorness. They don't understand what it means to be so broke that it's actually amusing that a monthly bank fee can destroy your plans of eating for the next 2 days. I mean, we're not students anymore. They've all got careers or at least well paying full-time employment. Being poor to them means not going out on both friday *and* saturday. So they invite you over ("don't worry, we'll supply the beer") but meanwhile you're having a panic attack because what if one calls you and asks you to grab a couple of lemons? They've never even considered that buying a lemon might be a supremely luxurious way to waste 50% of all the money you have in the world. Wait, can I even justify the bus fare? Maybe I could do the 2-hour walk and just apologize for turning up 2 hours late?
Those are the friends who were really great though. Understandably, I pissed off some people along the way. I lost a friend who was a former housemate (he kicked me out). My current housemate had late rent delivered to him, and he was more than good about it. But he was still pissed off. My brother was sometimes covering my phone bill, and he has a young child and a single income. I felt fucking awful, and like I couldn't do anything about it.
So picture my lifestyle. I've set up the cheapest possible way of living - almost no money coming in, but very little going out. Tiny room, growing apart from friends all the time, becoming more depressed every day. I had completely forgotten what financial independence meant. And every day I had the fear of not knowing what the hell I would do when my already dying phone were to break, or my clothes all to wear out, or an unexpected bill to roll in.
Anyway, a fortnight ago I got a new job. A proper career job. I went from $7k ("salary") to $58k salary. They love me there, and I love the job. Last friday the first paycheck rolled in. I got square with my rent, I paid back nearly all of my debts. I went out with my friends and bought *them* their drinks.
And now I have enough to live on for the next fortnight without being a total hermit. And after that I will be completely fine.
It's difficult to explain just how relieving that is. To think that I will have more money coming in in 2 weeks than I have seen in my bank account for nearly a year.
So now I don't take it for granted. Just because I *can* go out and buy breakfast for $60 doesn't mean I will. This is something I used to do when I had a job and no sense of responsibility. But I never want to be in the position again of being mortally afraid of what would happen if I get so much as an an unexpected $100 bill.
Anyway, just wanted to get that off my chest. I love this sub and read it every day. Until recently I felt powerless to take any advice from it though.
Edit: holy crap, typed this up on a throwaway account, went for a beer. Came back drunk to lots of karma and comments. Thanks guys!
Edit 2: A lot of people are asking how I managed to survive on $7k, and how I managed to go from $7k to $58k so suddenly.
Part of the explanation for that is I guestimated the American dollars. I'm in Australia. I think the money I made last year was actually $12k in Australian money, but I tried to adjust for cost of living. I'm earning $58k Australian. It's a good entry level salary for an industry that I have a couple of years experience in.
Why did I go for so long on such a small amount of money? Complicated situation where I was working with a (now former) friend and taking a director role. I was trying to make a business succeed that had failed a year before and I just didn't realise it. I was working a lot of hours, hoping that we would make that one or two big deals to change our pathetic lives into million dollar dreams. I learned a lot of lessons. Sure, I could have got a grocery job, but I wanted to make it happen.
So I was already quite well experienced for this industry, I just went from self-employment to working a 9-5.
full_title = "What is your single favorite episode of any TV show and why?" show_self_text
Edit: WOW you guys are super awesome, this is a ton of suggestions! I have tons of shows to check out now! Also Thanks for putting this on the front page of askReddit, never had a post that has gotten this much attention but I'm enjoying reading through all the comments! :D
full_title = "TIFU by having sex in the back of my car (NSFW)" show_self_text
So like most of these, this happened a few years ago. I was visiting a couple of female friends in a large Canadian city . One of these friends i had been sleeping with on a semi occasional basis, and it was fun but nothing serious. So this particular night we ended up at their friends place. The friends in question were renting a fitted basement in a fairly nice residential area.
There was a lot of drinking and i had driven over and parked my car out on the street prior to drinking. I began to drink heavily and honestly don't even remember what the reason was (probably i had left smokes in my car) but I invited this girl to come fetch them with me as an excuse to get us alone. Once we got out to the car we started making out and realized there was no obvious place to continue but in the car itself. . . so we did. I put the back seats down and we got to it. . . and i'm talking GOT TO IT, up against the windows, very loud, and it was a small car so it was rocking.
Fast forwards twenty minutes and we had had our fun, composed ourselves and went inside. Upon re-entering we found many glum semi drunk faces. Apparently, five minutes earlier their landlord (who lived in the house above) had burst in and declared that they would be thrown out the next day, having had previous warnings, the couple having loud rampant sex in a car parked out on the street was the last straw.
So basically i got several guys kicked out of their apartment for sleeping with a girl in my car. . . My biggest fuck up to date!