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Easters coming up soon. Excited? You probably are. How many eggs do you have this year? 5? 10? More then 10? 2 or 3?
Well, first off, I hope you have a good one. Secondly, I’m not looking forward to Easter this year. I have one chocolate egg, but that’s not what’s depressing me, it’s the fact that I feel bad about having it.
The only reason I have one this year is because I had to help mum afford them. We’re on such a low income, getting food is becoming more and more difficult and now it’s almost impossible with petrol inflation.
Every time I look on my Facebook or Bebo or some of the other many social networking sites I’m on, there’s always someone putting up about their birthday, saying what they got and thanks to their folks. The last one I saw was something like this.
‘Had a great birthday thanks so much all! Thanks dad for the £300 and the pure silver earrings, mum for my new Wii and Nan and granddad for my £450, you didn’t have to give me that but thanks anyway! Also thanks –friends name remove- for the awesome choccys!’
It was longer then that, she’d written out what everyone else had got her which ranged from chocolates to trips out to make up and more jewellery.
Every time I see a message like that, it makes me want to either rip that persons throat out, or cry. They have no idea how lucky they are to even get that stuff for their birthday. The money they got could feed us for about a year, everything else is completely out of my families price range.
Me? Well, for my birthday last year [my 18th], I was lucky enough to get Ironman on DVD from my mum, Pokémon Platinum from my sister [she’d had a pay rise and wanted to get me something good because she hadn’t gotten me anything for the past year or two] and my mum also took me to Christmas Tree farm and we got fish and chips for dinner. That put her behind on her bills, way behind [I saw the letters] and she had to take out another loan to sort them out. That fact alone makes me feel really ungrateful and guilty, because I put her out so much even if she offered.
This year, things are even more downhill. We’ve struggling for rent, gas and electric money and food money. Mum refuses to take some cash from my EMA because she says I have to save up for my trip to Dublin and dad isn’t helping at all, because he’s a ******** a*****e. He is meant to be paying mum weekly money for us, but he’s playing the poor card and only pays around £6 a week, sometimes not even that. He’s so poor, yet he had money to buy himself a new 12 string guitar, a new soundboard and a load of other s**t. Mum checks his EBay a lot because it’s all set up on her computer, so we know what he buys and how much.
Well, it’s currently April 2nd and my mums given me my one easter egg. My birthday is on the 16th and I’m really not wanting it to come. It’s gonna set mum back even more money even if I don’t ask for anything. I know her too well! She’ll buy me something even if I don’t ask! This year she’s already paid for my £83 ticket to Dublin and I bet she’s even going to get me around €50 for spending money too! Dads being a p***k like normal, says he’s gonna come down but I know him, he’ll cancel at last moment or only stay for 10 minutes before he has to go because of the ‘traffic’. I know what he’s gotten me, some ******** rechargeable batteries. Who in the world gives their kid rechargeable batteries for a birthday present?! He also told mum he’s gonna get me €100 for Dublin, but I know him, he’ll get me ******** all in that department then play the poverty card. He has no idea what it’s like to live in poverty!
So, now you know what it’s like for me, think before you update your status’s on Facebook and other sites, because there’s always someone out there that wants to cry every time they see that you got a brand new diamond necklace or £400 from your folks. There’s always someone out there who needs that money to live or get a next meal, because it’s ok for you to scrape some food away, you don’t have to lick the plate clean to get a decent fill. When your birthday or Easter comes around, think, do you really need all that chocolate? Do you really need to get over £100 for birthday spending money to blow on booze, cigarettes and clothes?
I’m not saying to refuse it, because that’s just rude. I’m just saying, don’t sit there writing out everything you got, telling the world that you’re rich. I don’t have anything against you thanking your friends, but we don’t need to know what they got you.
I apologize for the rant, but it’s hard to sit here keeping things inside when the world around you is cruel and snobby. My friends just don’t realise how better off they are then me and how much it makes me want to cry when they tell me how tight their family is because they only gave them around one hundred quid for their birthday. £100 would feed my family for ages. It would provide us with gas, electricity, food and possibly a little money for the car insurance.
So when you’re looking at your expenses and see you’re living off £50 a day, remember there’s always someone who’s only living off £20 a week.
 MadSam123 · Fri Apr 02, 2010 @ 08:11pm · 0 Comments |
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