Some weeks ago I was chatting with a friend about the horrific economy.  He lives in San Francisco and unlike most gay men does not have one domestic bone in his body.  He eats out every day and doesn’t believe in cleaning.  Well, like ever.  We were on the phone and he said, “I just got back from Trader Joe’s.  I know I know … I went grocery shopping!”  To which I replied, “Whhuuuuutt?”  He said, “Yeah, I’m worried about The Depression.”  I said, “Seasonal Affective Disorder sinking in already?  Gloomy skies in San Francisco makes you want to grocery shop for the first time in 10 years?  I’m not following.”  He explained, “No. The Depression.  You know, the economy.  I’m trying to watch my spending.”

It is not as though I don’t realize the horrible state of affairs here in America.  Even if I didn’t witness poverty every day living in a city riddled with those without, the news is quick to point out how shitty things are.  He asked, “Do you think it’s affecting you?”  I had to sit back and think about this for a minute.

Living alone on a salary that is not as large as my looming school debt means I am well-aware of every cent I spend.  I live in a SFAH for pete’s sake.  I only buy enough groceries that I can carry at a time and choose very wisely between fruits and veggies, proteins and very, very few snacks (those Trader Joe’s Peppermint Jo Joes were an exception, obvi).  During these abysmal times, I am deeply grateful for my job and my health insurance.  I am grateful to have my bus pass paid for and my utilities included in my amazing $600 rent.  But when a girl wants to add pita chips to her Thanksgiving salad and sees they cost $5/bag (WTF?), I can’t help but notice that things are bleak.

For years I have watched those around me live well beyond their means.  The use of the word “need” surrounding the description of a new pair of shoes or the latest MAC eye shadow or even a new car is not something I have ever understood.  I have never been a frivolous spender.  In my working days in San Francisco, well before the reality of living on loans in grad school kicked in, I certainly went shopping on my lunch hour more than any girl needed to.  But now … I don’t know if my spending habits are a product of my poverty, or a product of reality.  As trivial as it sounds, living with so little in New Orleans and being surrounded by those with NOTHING (forget ‘living with less’ … those people have NOTHING) provided me a deep sense of understanding and appreciation for the word ‘need’.  Now I go to work and see patients suffering from grave illness due to poor health choices, not disconnected from their economic state of affairs.  I understand living without.  For years as I saw my friends buying homes with u-shaped driveways and living in a constant state of ‘keeping up with the Joneses’, I never, ever understood it.

My sister’s constant spending is a very glaring need to fill the emotional vacancies in her life.  I, thankfully, find ‘emotional deposits’ in relationships, time spent with friends, introspection and personal growth.  “Things” have never ever satiated my internal needs and for that, I am truly grateful.  I am not an emotional shoppper, and thankfully not an emotional eater.

Of the million things I am grateful for this harvest season, I am deeply thankful to have a good head on my shoulders.  A fairly adjusted sense of self.  A whole sense of being that transcends my spending, my grocery bill and thankfully my waistline.  Sure, the economy is in the crapper.  But each one of us chooses how we spend, on what.  How we teach our children to seek approval and desires through toys that last a season.  Through a trendy pair of jeans that won’t fit in a year.

I have all I need.  Sometimes a sparse fridge with tortillas and peperjack cheese.  A dwindling shoe collection that this recovering Imelda Marcos-in training never, ever thought she’d see.  Maybe all of us can use these times to reflect on how we spend our money and why.  Look within my dear friends.  Instead of feeding the instant need for now, the right-this-minute craving for the new Wii game, get your ass out and volunteer for people really living without.  I promise you that that investment will last for years to come.  Beyond the next style season.

Every now and then I think of something brilliant and mean to mention it to someone before some idea thief comes and takes it in the night. You know we have ALL had those moments where you think to yourself, “Man, life would be so much easier if I had a ____ in times like these” or even a “I wish someone would invent a ______” and usually we never mention it to anyone and before we know it, it’s on QVC and some other bastard is getting rich while you’re home on your couch eating Ben and Jerry’s.

One of the things that I wish someone would FIX, rather than invent is that damn plastic packaging that’s shrink wrapped and ridiculously thick and you seem to need a jackhammer to break into. You know the stuff I’m talking about … usually it’s used for electronics and household items. You go to Best Buy and purchase a tiny little flash drive and it comes vacuum sealed in that stuff and even if you pry it open with your husband’s industrial scissors on his Leatherman, you cut yourself cause that shit is so DAMN.SHARP!

I have often wondered why it’s SO hard to get into and why the hell all that plastic is necessary.

How about kids toys that come twisty-tied into a giant cardboard contraption thing that’s really only for display’s sake. Makes it so hard to wrap, right? And then on Christmas morning you look at the PILES of boxes and wasted wrapping paper and think about the polar bears and how we’re all going to die in a mountain of landfill because we are polluting the earth with packaging when really all you needed was that little toy car or the flash drive and can’t they just put those thing in bins in the store and you can pick out what you need like at a flea market or something?

Well whadya know, someone’s doing something about it! While fishing for the graphic for the TJCTR Bookclub the other night, this lovely message was on Amazon.com’s homepage. Brilliant!!

Thank you Amazon!