Not very long ago I was called an expensive person. One who did not compromise quality for price. And that reflected in all that I possessed. But I've been recently accused to be cheap. One who bothers more about money than quality. One who cries money, money, money all the time. One who sacrifices happiness, good living and comfort for money. Shortly, a miser!
Complication
However I really don't think I am a miser. Consider my argument for a moment. For god's sake, its recession times, if not early depression already. Not all low-priced items are poor in quality. I am heavily leveraged. It is only natural that anyone who knows what I know and who owes what I owe will think about money before taking any decision. But this truth upsets my life. I cannot stop thinking about it though.
Resolution
Therefore me shutting my mouth whenever my mind thinks about money is the way out. I HAVE TO KEEP MY MOUTH SHUT. Period.
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