My Dad is trying to sell me his bike for (probably) more than a father should charge a son for a bike that the father doesn't really use anymore. I pointed this out to him, using the fact that when I do get a new bike I would most likely just give my old bike to my nephew if he wanted it. And he's my nephew, not my son.
My Dad's response? He is very concerned that I do not, at the age of 29, have the cash readily available for this purchase. Or rather, the fact that I am 29, unmarried, and not a property owner, and still (still!) I do not have the cash readily available for such a purchase is of great concern to him. He told me that he is trying to teach me a lesson in finance and saving for the future and that he couldn't, with a good conscience, simply give me the bike. I told him that I have received this message, which he has been telling me since I graduated from college. I told him that the reason I had to think about whether or not to buy the bike was because I was contemplating investing the money in some way, rather than spending it on the bike. He did not buy it. Or, if he did, he still thought it was ridiculous that I would not have said money on hand in addition to the money I would choose to invest. I don't have either.
He is right. I should have the money. I should not have to be concerned with whether or not I can afford this purchase. Even after I've invested some money. When I was younger I looked up to Alex P. Keaton, Michael J. Fox's money loving character on Family Ties. It made sense: his parents were hippies, like my mom; his sister was rebellious, like mine. I was being different and, therefore, rebellious in my nine-year-old way.
Something happened along the way, though. I'm not sure what or when or where, but something happened. I was not concerned about money as much. I tried to find something that I actually liked to do; tried to put that first, before concerns of money. But, these days, it's hard to figure out was that is. And the things I'm doing certainly don't satisfy me on both fronts, which makes me not so thrilled about the things I like to do.
Wayne Coyne keeps singing in my ear, "I don't know how a man decides what's right for his own life." It's on repeat.
And all I know is I want a new bike.
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- David Luke Doody
- David Luke Doody is a freelance writer and editor. He is a founding editor of InDigest Magazine (www.indigestmag.com), an online literary magazine and the blog editor for Guernica Magazine (www.guernicamag.com). His writing and interviews have appeared in those magazines as well as in The Huffington Post, mnartists.org, The Minnesota Twins Yearbook, and Intentionally Urban Magazine, among others.
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