No Need For Fancy Shit

A message earlier today got me started thinking about this subject. I do not need or want any sort of fancy shit at all. There was maybe a short period in my teenage years I wanted that kind of stuff, but it was never an option.

When it comes to food, I prefer simple food that tastes good to me. Give me a good burger over anything else. Bonus points if I can get a beer or some other type of alcohol with it.

When I graduated high school, my parents wanted to take me out for supper. My choice for that was a cheesesteak and buying me some beer. They felt bad because other parents took their kids someplace fancy, but that wasn’t what I wanted.

That is not to say I don’t enjoy more expensive food every so often. When I do enjoy it or want that kind of food, it is simply that it tastes good to me or I have an urge for it. I love good seafood, but it’s not readily available around here.

I don’t mean any of this in a way that I am putting others down that do enjoy that sort of thing. It just isn’t me. I grew up pretty poor and learned to appreciate the small things from that. It also helped me to learn to be cheap unless it is something I really want. It took me many years to even be able to buy something just because I wanted it without second-guessing the spending. I am glad I grew up the way I did and learned to be this way.