We Can’t Afford Being This Poor
Living in unprecedented times sucks a$$
“Yeah, but I don’t mind paying extra for fuel if it helps Ukraine.”
Dumbfounded, I stare at my co-worker. “You do understand that this money isn’t being sent to Lyudmyla and Volodymyr, who are getting bombed to smithereens in Sievierodonetsk, right?”
He doesn’t respond, so I continue. “Fuel is expensive again because oil has gone up, and the Euro has gone down. A lot of people are making money right now, mostly oil execs. The war isn’t the main reason prices are up, and the extra money we’re paying isn’t being sent to Ukraine.”
He shrugs, “well, I still don’t mind paying more,” he says and walks away. It is hard for me not to throw a stapler at his head. He’s okay, but I — and many other people — can’t afford to be this poor.
Don’t get me wrong; I’m not poor poor. I’m Western-European poor. I have a job, a house, and a car — for now. If I lose my job, I’m eligible for government assistance. They might force me to sell my car and eat up my meager savings first, but I’ll get enough assistance to pay my mortgage and buy food.
Even though our economy is in shambles and inflation rises every time I blink, I’m still lucky to live in The Netherlands — although it is hard to grasp that six months ago, I…
