A week ago, I was talking to a friend about the cost-of-living crisis. I mentioned that the last time I’d contemplated not filling the tank and just putting in enough petrol to get me through a few days, I’d been in uni. My friend smiled and said quietly, “those days have never ended for us.”
I instantly felt embarrassed. Money is a blind-spot for a certain kind of middle-class person and here I was being that person, proving that lack of self-awareness is a luxury of the powerful. The conversation stayed with me because in part until recently I’ve rarely felt the need to talk about money as part of casual conversation.
