A Bad Case of "Silver Spoon Syndrome"

I've lost a lot of respect for money. When I try to explain it people, they look at me as if I'm crazy. They're too caught up in that fact that the dollar bill buys them what they want. Don't get me wrong I enjoy buying what I love, need, or want, but I've just lost a lot of respect for the concept of money. I know that I'm being extremely hypocritical, but at least I'm willing to admit that I throw money around as if it were worthless sheets of paper.

When you have it all

My opinion could be somewhat bias because all I've ever wanted has been handed to me on a silver platter. I never had to work hard to get what I want. I’d like to change that, but it's easier to sit and do nothing. For me it's not really about the money but rather what I'm spending it on. I can barely talk about this topic because I can't even figure out 10% of 10 dollars without pulling out pen and paper to do the math on percent proportions. I guess I just don't like how valuable this piece of paper has become that people will kill for it. It's too much for me. As much as I'd love to live in the lap of luxury, I'd also like to know what it is like to pay taxes. What it feels like to give just about every dime to the tax collector. For me it will always be easier to have things handed to me. It's the only thing I know. But, I’m sure at some point I'm going to have to make 10% of 10 dollars without my mom doing it for me.

Mean Green Machine

If anything, the feeling I get is that I'm of afraid of money. Not because I might lose it, but because of the value it seems to hold for us. I worry how I'll never be able to get a handle on the currency. It changes all the time. I'm just scared by the time I have to deal with it by myself, I won't know how.