Quote Originally Posted by theundeadhero
That was my motivation. There were things I wanted nad I diidn't like asking my parents for money. Even for stuff like deoderant or shampoo I hated to do it. One thigns for sure, it definately prepared me for living on my own. It wasn't much of a transition.
I actually prefer to work for my own merits, even though some people think it's because I have no choice(though it's partially true). I don't care if my mom can buy me a Ferrari, I rather earn a Corolla. My mom gets so frustrated at me that I work sometimes, she wants to just pave the road for me. I HATE THAT. I rather walk in mud that walk on a road my mother paved me.

My iPod, it cost me $160...I treasure it like a newborn baby. It's mine...I earned it...and it makes it that much more special. Like my mom's TV...I don't really care what happens to it...even though she gave it to me. I actually love working for things I want, it gives me a purpose in life.

I think it's an actual blessing to grow up poor instead of all rich, ditsy, and like Paris Hilton/Anna Nicole Smith.