Honestly, saving money is great. You spend money and it’s good for a short while, but you save money and you get so much comfort from that safety net, from not worrying each time an envelope comes through your door that it’s going to be some bill you can’t afford.
Life past 60 seems has always been a very strange priority to sacrifice for to me.
Let's assume you make it there having not gotten hit by a bus or killed by cancer or your healthcare insurance confidence scheme provider.
You've literally saved up so you could enjoy life when your senses are failing you, your mind is growing dull and confused, your own frail body is betraying you in new ways constantly, and your time is largely spent managing the ever growing list of symptoms building up to your impending death.
Sure there are exceptions, people who remain verile and sharp into their seventies, but they are not the rule. That's like planning your life around a future lottery win.
Live for today, especially if you're well into your 30s. Better to have memories of living when you could in the shitty home with bad food then having memories of working and saving in the good home with the decent food your failing taste buds can't really even appreciate anymore.
Oh gee I hope I get to live long enough to piss myself involuntarily again! Maybe I'll finally take that cruise so I can soil myself in style!
The key is moderation between enjoying life today and saving for the future. What's your plan for the future if you do live to your 60s and 70s but your body fails you, you can't work, and don't have any money banked?
I have real life examples of this in my life and it is not pretty. Most state and federal programs won't help you until you're literally at rock bottom broke living alone and disabled in your home, which they will take from you after you die to recoup the money they're spending just to barely meet your basic necessities and maybe have a nurse come and check on you a few hours a week.
Exit, which is still preferable to what we do with most elderly in the states. I used to deliver to nursing homes for 10 years all day every day, educating patients on medical devices. I have seen and been informed first hand by too many to count, death is better. The happiest people in them have lost too many faculties to hold a conversation.
You don't want to live in even a "nice" home with any marbles still rolling around. The garbage to nice ratio is 10 to 1, and even most of the studious savers who didn't actually live don't get the nice ones with tapestries and French chefs, those are for the elder exploiters.
There are almost no happy people in those places, the best you see are some quivering brave faces that break 5 minutes into someone from the outside engaging with them. I came to think of them as living mausoleums as I went through their halls.
A lot of my thought process with saving these days is to leave something behind for my nieces and nephews. I've basically lost any hope of ever enjoying my life because I can't afford a house to be able to work on the hobbies I enjoy and I don't have time anyway. I could buy frivolous bullshit but it doesn't make me happy. I'll keep working until I die or hit a wall where I can't anymore and then off myself. At least maybe they'll get enough of a head start to do something good with their lives. On the off chance the world isn't on fire by then.
My wife and I budget and save over 50% of our salaries. Sometimes our friends think we're crazy because we "limit our options" by being frugal. I always have to explain back that it's exactly why we're saving money because it gives us new options that aren't available otherwise like buying a home last summer. That only happened through budgeting and saving.
Honestly, and I think this is part of what the comic is getting at, spending money to buy a new shiny can deliver a hit of dopamine at the moment. But once that hit fades, a variety of other feelings about that purchase can set in.
So it's not as simple as whether buying something makes you happy, it's whether the act of purchasing the thing, experiencing the newness, actually owning and using the thing, all bring you happiness. And on top of that, whether the things you could have bought instead would bring you more happiness.
I actually relate pretty hard to this, if it's not obvious lol
American capitalists would tell you if you don't spend your life eating cat food in a van to save for retirement on a peasant's wage then you're "irresponsible."
You know, the whole "you had a latte?! You ate avacado toast?! Of course you deserve to burn in the fires of elder poverty!"blame their own victims thing, as they spend 6k on a bottle of wine.