I have thought a really long time about this thing now: what the fuck is going on with us? I mean the girls who have a blog, who post there what they want on one week and on the next they are going on like this: (this is an imaginal post of a girl, if someone has really written this, I am sorry for I didn't want to take away anything from your highness..)
"Today I saw something I would never imagined in my life. When I came in after my horseback-riding class at three past five, on my bed was a beautifully wrapped present with a card on it. Here, look at these photos, aren't they adorable? And now, please be patient (or NOT) Hahahaha.. I got the dress I wanted by plaahplaah! I mean, I never thought I would really get it, I just mentioned about it to everyone I know, including my parents and brother. Now, my boyfriend snapped these photos while I was waiting my parents to come home (so I could thank them and snap some money and then head off in the dress by plaahplaah to some cool clubs) I really think the pattern on this dress in nice. Oh, and it costs just about what you guys would earn in a million years."
There. And I could actually see her just laughing at all us, not so fortunate people for not having at the age of freaking fifteen (or even twenty something..) a dress by whoever knows which thing is the most wanted at that day. Well, even with my cousin by my side, I checked just tonight about seventeen blogs like that today. Then I felt miserable looking at my clothes (I had some dirty spots all over my t-shirt.. And it was cold, so I was anyway freezing.). For a moment I was thinking about changing the subject, then I thought I really have to tell this to someone. (and since my "Friends" think I am not interested what other people think about me I can't tell them about this anything.. Sounds complicated. And it is)
It is absolutely ridiculous how we, people under the age of college, spend our money. Even if we work, we don't understand the real value of money. For us, it is the tool which gives us power to buy clothes/make-up/books/music. The thing is, it shouldn't be so. it should be the the thing to thanks which we can actually buy food and LIVE! It is crazy, how much money we get from our parents even doing nothing. And the thing is, what will we do in future? Not everyone of us will be a CEO of a famous company or the editor of Vogue. We simply won't get "enough" money to live on the same level we had at the age of 13. Okay, I work. I get enough money in the month to live. But when I think about moving in my own apartment, I understand I don't simply have enough money for that. So how does it come that New York/London/Paris/other big cities are now full of nineteen/twenty years old people who actually have their own apartment (and that would be a big one) and do not work at all? They live on their own, get the money from somewhere and that's it. Maybe write for a half year a blog about them setting up in the City. Then.. they somehow vanish. From everywhere.
In the country where I live (I'm not sure I have ever mentioned which country it exactly is) we have for some random reason a tradition, never or very rarely to give money to charity. I don't believe there is a specific reason. It is just so. Anyhow, if I understand right, in USA it is in common to give money to charity (like Unicef or something). I must say I think that's adorable, but by us.. I believe in helping people beyond me. Not for hearing thank you. Those people whom I would most likely help now would discover a package on their door steps on one morning. Most likely they would never get it, who gave them money.
This time my "charity object" is one of my really near friends. (yeah, one of them who do not know I lie and so on) She's a pretty, most nice and honest people I have ever met. But the fortune has never liked her: her parents divorced, she's living with her poor mother, and most likely will now end up in having a free education in our country. And she could do so much better..
I have thought about giving money to Unicef of something like that.. But I have still much more thinking to do.
Ellen.
