Money Over Morals

If you’re anything like me, it doesn’t matter how many hours you work, there never seems to be enough money in your bank account. (Part of that is down to the tax man, thanks very much you douche.) I can do as much overtime as I like, but at the end of the day I’m no better off than I was working my normal hours. I don’t know about you but this frustrates me every single month. I’m so tired of having to budget, be careful with my money and buy things with a level head, especially when I see this women on social media boasting about driving range rovers and going to Dubai. The whole situation irks me and I’m tired of it.

I say that I’m tired of it, but when I think about it what am I actually willing to do to get that money? Now here’s the dilemma, because we all know that those women stunting on insta, didn’t get that lifestyle without having to make a few sacrifices. And one of the biggest sacrifices they probably made was signing over their dignity to some rich guy. Oh yes, you know what I’m talking about. Those oiled up, fat rich men that make you want to puke every time you think of kissing one. They’re the ones who hold the cards and ultimately the keys to your new apartment overlooking the Thames.

To want money that badly you’d be willing to do naughty things to a man old enough to be your Grandad, shows some true dedication to what you want out of life. Yet, I can’t help but wonder if it’s really worth it? My moral compass is going crazy at the thought of it. Would I really be willing to date an ugly, thirsty, middle aged man just to get some materialistic things? I could pay off my laptop, I could move into my own place, get a car, build a business, go shopping any time I damn well please and buy the most expensive things in the shop. As long as I’m willing to accept that this greasy guy holds all the cards. I don’t think I could sell myself like that.

Of course I want all those things, of course I want the dream life, but I want to able to earn it for myself. I want to be able to turn around to any body and say “no one bought me, I did this all on my own.” I understand why some women do it, it must be wonderful being wined and dined by a rich man. But I can’t help but think it’d make me feel cheap, like I have no self worth and I can be bought by a shiny dress and pretty shoes. I’m not that type of woman and I’d regret it every day of my life.

Money over morals… it’s a difficult decision if you’re not where you want to be and can find an easier route to get there. For me however, I think I’m going to choose morals. I can always make money and live that lifestyle, but once I’ve sold my soul to the Devil, there’s no going back.