I am guilty for lending money to people every once in a while, but I am not as bad as I used to be. About five years ago, I would lend money to anyone who asked me, because I worked part time and had zero bills to pay, so it didn’t matter if my money left faster than I made it.
During that time, I ALWAYS lent money to a good friend—I don’t want to name him because Winnipeg is small. At the time I loved lending him money, because he had bills to pay, and his parents weren’t the most generous people—I felt for him. But things got pretty pricey
It started as $10 here for food and $20 for bus tickets, but that pocket change adds up quick. Now that I look back, it didn’t make sense that he was smoking a pack of cigarettes every two weeks and asking me for money, but I don’t regret giving him cash.
See that’s what friends do right? They give and take. But this give, give, give game I played was emotionally draining, and I was constantly keeping score of how much he owed me. The more and more I gave him; the more and more I hated him. Every time he went out for a cig’ I would think about that $16 pack of cigarettes, and how he could give me that money to pay off his tab.
The moral of the story is that I should have only given him money I was okay with losing.
During that time, I ALWAYS lent money to a good friend—I don’t want to name him because Winnipeg is small. At the time I loved lending him money, because he had bills to pay, and his parents weren’t the most generous people—I felt for him. But things got pretty pricey
It started as $10 here for food and $20 for bus tickets, but that pocket change adds up quick. Now that I look back, it didn’t make sense that he was smoking a pack of cigarettes every two weeks and asking me for money, but I don’t regret giving him cash.
See that’s what friends do right? They give and take. But this give, give, give game I played was emotionally draining, and I was constantly keeping score of how much he owed me. The more and more I gave him; the more and more I hated him. Every time he went out for a cig’ I would think about that $16 pack of cigarettes, and how he could give me that money to pay off his tab.
The moral of the story is that I should have only given him money I was okay with losing.
Think about it. I give $5 to people all the time—friends, family, co-workers, panhandlers—and forget about it seconds later.
Five years ago when my friend asked me for money, I should have only given him money I was okay with loosing, because money has the power to ruin relationships. If I said no to my friend, I’m sure he would have been fine with it and asked another person. I realize more and more everyday that I can't control people and the way they handle situations. I wish could have controlled my friend into giving me my money back without causing a fight, but I can’t. All I can do is control my actions.
So one last thought to leave with you and your generosity, please, only borrow money you’re not afraid of losing, because who ever you lend money to probably wont give it back.
Let me know if you have someone in your life like this. Comment below!
-T
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Five years ago when my friend asked me for money, I should have only given him money I was okay with loosing, because money has the power to ruin relationships. If I said no to my friend, I’m sure he would have been fine with it and asked another person. I realize more and more everyday that I can't control people and the way they handle situations. I wish could have controlled my friend into giving me my money back without causing a fight, but I can’t. All I can do is control my actions.
So one last thought to leave with you and your generosity, please, only borrow money you’re not afraid of losing, because who ever you lend money to probably wont give it back.
Let me know if you have someone in your life like this. Comment below!
-T
BANK ACCOUNT: $699.91