I was just thinking about the squallor I used to live in when I was a kid. My parents were divorced and my mom always felt like she didn't have any money, so she spent money very sparingly. I always joke about it, because it's not like we were poor and starving or anything, but it was just sort of funny that our apartment was always such a mess.
Like for example, we had the same ratty couch from before I was born up until I was about 14 years old. I don't know what the average lifespan of a couch is, but I know for a fact that I peed on this couch as a baby, plus the backrest was so worn down that the springs were protruding a little bit through the fabric.
Or the chair situation. We had about three chairs in our whole apartment, which might not have been so bad if two of those chairs weren't broken. They had this mesh that was supposed to serve as the seat, but they were so old that the mesh had worn out and there were just holes where the seats should have been. This might have been a good time to buy some new chairs for $10 each or whatever, but instead my mom just put a cushion over the hole and acted like it was fixed.
We had two bookcases that came directly from the garbage room.
Our TV stand was held together with duck tape.
All of the handles had fallen off the dresser with my clothes in it. I kept one of the broken handles on top of the dresser and I'd have to latch it into the holes where the handle had been in order to get my clothes out in the morning.
Our refrigerator was set weird so that it needed to be defrosted like every week. If we didn't defrost it, large icicles would start to form in the freezer.
I think the most amusing thing was the paint situation. Because we hadn't had the place painted in a long time and our last paint job was shitty, there were large areas on the ceiling and wall where the paint was chipping away. Sometimes I'd stare at the ceiling and find shapes in the chipped-away paint (like with clouds). Sometimes a piece of paint would fall on me from the ceiling. Finally, my mom realized this was getting out of hand and she got someone to plaster over the holes in the ceiling. But for some reason I don't understand, the person who plastered the ceiling used pink plaster. So now our ceiling and walls were covered with large pink spots. And it was like that for YEARS.
These same principles applied to the food I ate and the clothes I wore. This is why I have absolutely no concepts about name brands and no appreciate for nice, expensive things. And even though most of my current furniture is from Target, you can see what a huge improvement it is over the way I used to live.