My money and me

My family and my friends both have very different perception of my approach to money.

My friends, colleagues included generally reckon I'm very thrifty and should really relax more in my spending. On the other end of my world, my family thinks that I'm only second to my father when it comes to splurging. Hence, the jocular expectation that one day I would be earning the kind of moolah that my father earns.

I suppose one can't be both a spendthrift and a big spender, yet I won't categorize myself in either. I consider myself to be rather levelheaded in my spending, and I save appropriately for my age and at this stage in life.

But today I withdrew a substantial amount of money, it came out as a sizable wad of cash, literally. Strange things happen when I was holding so much of my own money. It was so painful to know that I would be handing all this over in exchange for only one 'thing', and suddenly all hopes to travel overseas was wiped out. I wanted to start piling up my savings and never spend another dollar outside necessities.

Even so, it's no wonder to the rest of the world that this... this hording up of savings might only last for a moment. It wouldn't be too long, when it'll all come back to me again. Like recovering from bad food poisoning, my desire to indulge in my hard earnings will recover.

Now I just can't wait to show you my 'big purchase item' once I get hold of it!

Until then, I will try not to think too much about how much it just cost me. P/s: cash payments are a torture.