Preface: I grew up in elaborately hidden poverty among middle class. Even today I like to see the fridge mostly empty cuz it means no leftovers AGAIN?

I've never been able to figure out my relative impoverishment with my desire to not have leftovers. It seems contradictory if not insane. I guess having new food was more important than having to eat the same shit again? Thoughts?

Oh, my mom was British and thought the spice rack was for decorative purposes so that SURE AS HELL didn't help!

Do you have any odd observations on how poverty / affluence has produced any dichotomous outcomes?

Bruh. That's fucked up.
I feel you. It actually makes sense kinda.
Something else. We all got hangups we'll never escape!
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Preface: I grew up in elaborately hidden poverty among middle class. Even today I like to see the fridge mostly empty cuz it means no leftovers AGAIN?
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