Sick & Tired Of The Joneses

Apparently I need one of THESE for my backyard…

I don’t know about anyone else, but I have these neighbors. Maybe you’ve heard of them? They are the Joneses and they have lots of stuff. Doesn’t matter if it’s quality stuff…it’s just LOTS of stuff. Some of it is quality. Nice cars, lots of room in their house. You know the type. But then they also have lots of other stuff that may, or may not, bring happiness into their lives. I realize the Joneses have lots of stuff. And that’s great for them. I am very happy for them. If their stuff makes them happy, I’m all for it. But honestly, I’m kinda tired of the Joneses telling me about their stuff and how I should managing my life.

The Joneses aren’t necessarily mean people. Actually I think they have good intentions. They aren’t like the rich, old ladies at the grocery store who don’t want to crack a smile (might damage their botox) or the men in their giant Cadillacs who plow in front of me when I am driving around the neighborhood. These guys are OLD money. Thye’ve had it so long, they don’t care about you or whether or not you have children in the backseat. They have places to be that are very important and they can’t be bothered with us little people. The Joneses are people who have money and don’t rub our noses in it so much, however, they like to let us know that they have money and aren’t afraid to flash it around. Everything for them is bigger and better. And they like it that way.

I, on the other hand, don’t worry so much about bigger. I prefer better, but sometimes I feel that working hard for better is sometimes the way it’s supposed to happen. I don’t mind that better doesn’t come easy. Nothing is supposed to come too easy. If it did, then I wouldn’t be the person that I am. I have worked hard for what I have and I am proud of everything I’ve ever bought with my own money. No one has given me any handouts. My parents loaned me some money years ago for a car and a misguided move to Phoenix, AZ. Other than that, I would like to think that I have been self-sufficient. If I have any questions regarding how to handle my money, I usually ask my financial consultant or my parents. Hey…they had 6 kids and managed pretty well! They should be able to help me out with questions…right?

So I am quite proud of my accomplishments. I am not a highly paid engineer or CEO of a big company or the vice-president of a Coca-Cola. I have never wanted to be any of those things. I have always enjoyed my career and, although it might not be the best paying job in the world, it offers me several things that have kept me young…travel, sports and the ability to use my creativity. It’s sometimes amazing to me that I have the career that I do. And I appreciate it. I don’t care if anyone else does.

So to the Joneses I say…to each his or her own. I appreciate your friendship and I enjoy being neighbors, however I don’t need your “stuff” to be happy. I have all I need right here in my little cape cod, with the Saturn in the driveway and the cracks in the walls. It’s where I have always wanted to be. In my eyes, I’ve always considered myself one of many millions. We are all here to do something. It just so happens some get paid more to do certain things. Doesn’t make anyone better than the other. So…I won’t be trying to keep up with you, Mr. & Mrs. Jones. Sorry…I don’t work that way. And I don’t think I need your opinion on how I should raise my children either. I think it’s a job my wife & I can handle on our own. And then only time will tell who has done the more credible job. I hope your kids turn out just as good as mine. Of course, if you’d like MY opinion…so far…we’ve got the lead in THAT department…

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2 Responses to Sick & Tired Of The Joneses

  1. mop master says:

    Amen to everything you said!! Most of the problems in this world are caused by people trying to keep up with the Jonses. I don’t get it How many cars can someone drive at one time? How many pairs of shoes can a girl wear at one time??? What is the fascination with more more more all the time? I think if everyone focused on family and friends and not trying to acquire stuff or keep up the world would be a much better place.

    Oh and I am glad you like your job. Too many people spend years doing something they can’t stand. Life is way too short for that.


  2. heather says:

    Speaking as a Jones, we don’t all have as much stuff as you think we do.

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