Even now, my parents sit down and do their accounting. They no longer worry about the missing ten paisa though, unlike the old days. It is not because they have lost any respect for the paisa, but I think it is because they are too old and tired to worry about the missing paisa.
In this age of instant gratification, I assume that most people do not think much about where their money comes from. Further, when kids see parents using a small plastic card that gets them everything, I wonder how they might even learn about the age old idea of living within one's means.
At some point, the spending catches up with the reality.
Overall, U.S. households have $12.3 trillion in debt, according to another New York Fed report, released this week.People who are worried about the federal debt, which is currently at $14 trillion (or $19 trillion, in another accounting) ought to be way more worried about the level of household debt.
When the accounting is done the honest way that my parents did, then it turns out that "one in seven Americans ends up in the red":
Even people with good jobs can owe so much on credit cards, student loans, or mortgages that, on paper, they’re worth less than zero.In the old days, there was no concept of credit cards or mortgages. Credit, in instant gratification, is perhaps like drugs to addicts.
We might be tempted to conclude that people like me, who have taken on too much of a mortgage loan, are the problem. Nope.
Mortgages are a minor factor, the New York Fed found. Only 19 percent of people with negative net worth are homeowners, compared with 75 percent of those with positive net worth.We might also be tempted to think that it is largely the uneducated who can't seem to understand cash flow. Nope.
People with negative worth are a diverse group that defies stereotypes of the poor. One in eight has a graduate degree, and 43 percent have a college degree, only a few points lower than those with positive wealth.Last June, one of the students I worked with graduated--with zero debt. I strongly urged her, more than once, to write a commentary in the newspaper about how she achieved that. She didn't buy fancy clothes, didn't own a car, didn't care to party hard, bought secondhand clothes, didn't travel abroad, focused on her school work, worked part-time, applied for scholarships, and yet had loads of fun and was my partner-in-crime with horrible groaners. But then she, too, didn't listen to me--she didn't want to write about these.
I suppose it is not fashionable these days to live modest lives within one's means. Maybe I should go to the store and buy myself the latest gizmo and charge it to my card! Nah; after all, I am Major Buzzkill ;)