Like ever? I feel like it’s almost guaranteed the more money the worse you become. I know this isn’t very dialectic but it’s true.
Like ever? I feel like it’s almost guaranteed the more money the worse you become. I know this isn’t very dialectic but it’s true.
yeah I make way less than 100k and I’ve already hit the point where I have no push to strive for more money, beyond just like, asking for raises commensurate to outpace inflation and my increasing experience/responsibilities, and even that I’m not that good about. I’d probably try harder for more if I had aspirations to buy a big house, or if I had a partner and kids to support or whatever, but nah
I mean the aus poverty line sits at like $25kpa. That’s more than what I earned as a teen/young adult, and it’s not nearly enough to live on independently.
I’d love to have the security of owning my own home one day, and splitting expenses with a loved one, but boy howdy is that getting more and more unattainable or what.
yeah honestly I’d also still like something more stable than renting, so I guess owning a condo or something is probably still a goal, and ofc so is finding a life partner or something, but I’m in no hurry for either rn, I can barely keep the rest of my life from falling apart, I don’t need more responsibility
guessing you don’t want to move to amerikkka
I like not being shot
and yet I still don’t think I’d move anywhere else unless things seriously deteriorate. america really sucks but I do like my city and its climate (snow). idk whats wrong with me, but I’m just a polar bear, can’t take the heat. I guess there’s canada
yeah I’m in SE aus, no snow but away from the worst of the heat. Idk how people willingly live in the tropics tbh
I make like 25k a year and still find ways to give to others less fortunate. I put in $500 of my own money to the fundraiser we had featured, I frequently buy groceries for people that need help, or bring food to unhoused folks even when I am not doing stuff like working at the local FnB free kitchen.
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I hit that point about a decade ago. It was a fantastic feeling after a lifetime of empty bellies and living paycheque to paycheque. Now I have dependents, and being trans is seriously a lot more expensive than I thought it would be (not to mention inflation and housing costs skyrocketing). I’m in no danger of starving anymore, but I kind of miss making less money and having less responsibility.