I’m poor.

I’m also what some might consider to be overweight. Fat even.

I’ve come to the conclusion that GOD* is keeping me poor to keep me alive. If I had limitless cash I would eat and drink whatever I wanted.

“Excuse me, can I have an order of Shrimp Alfredo, 3 steaks, an order of ribs and a 12 pack.”

Thats the order of a man with cash. Well a man with no self control and cash.

But poor me? Or better yet, current version of me?

“Excuse me, can I have some water. Tap. Possibly some bread. Breads free right?”

Still fat though. Now thats a fricken skill. That takes amazing sloth and amazing acumen at picking cheap food that will put on the pounds.

Kudos to me. See, sometimes you have to look at your economic situation and see the silver lining in your poverty.

*Just kidding. I don’t believe in God. Sorry Mother.

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