Cast of Characters
I’ve written a cast of real life characters of mine in the hopes of building rapport. This list constitutes those who have left a unique fingerprint on my existence, both past and present.
I didn’t start this blog as a diary but a lot of my past involves character building and financial takeaways that has helped create the person I am today. Plus, I would hate to have to explain things repeatedly, or worst, drop random names. I needed to set the foundations because the more I begin to write about my financial lessons, the more these names popped up. This will act as an index of what will eventually become useful in the future as this blog grows.
I give a very personal and very private look into what I believe made me who I am today.
We’re still a personal finance brain hive, trust me. I don’t mean this website to be only a personal diary but I do find myself wishing for a characters glossary more often than not. Before I cut to the money, I feel a good blog should rightfully grow with you. For the 25 years that I was not blogging – this is what’s needed to fill in the blanks. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to add one down the road so readers know I’m not just a single person behind my insanity.
Other people are also responsible for alllll this sassy mess 😛
Introspection is one of my stronger suits. Here, I briefly reflect on how I became the person that I am by paying homage to those who helped me even make it this far in life.
Money Habit: Saver
Protagonist; oy, that’s me! 😸
I was born in Southern China and I spent a good portion of my life away from my parents. I was raised by my aunt for the first few years of my life. My parents didn’t have enough money to start a family back then. My parents were forced to send me away when I was 7 to a boarding school far from home. The corrupt administrators in my prefecture erased my county citizenship and I was no longer allowed to move onto 2nd grade. They claimed “my family and I were not Chinese citizens” despite all arguments otherwise. Their intention was to sell my school seat to another family with more money and higher caste system.
The boarding school system cursed me with separation and social anxiety for years after. It was a screwed up place. Years later, my family and I finally got the green light to come to America. We landed in San Francisco and my first impression of America was how beautiful and neat the houses were. In China, we lived in my grandma’s rundown brick house and that was actually the best structure around.
My parents worked a lot to keep us afloat in San Francisco. I was left alone to muddle around from age 10 to age 18 until I went to college.
My nickname in middle school was “talks-to-herself girl.”
I was your typical artist in high school. I was very goth. I was the quiet one that doodled on the sides of the composition notebooks. At age 16, I consciously forbade myself from anything art related. If I studied art, chances were likely I wouldn’t be able to feed my already poor parents; thus it was a waste of time. I didn’t want to take the risk. Being an artist is an expensive privilege.
Although I was born in China, I only consider myself American.
Money Habit: Saver
Ladies and gents, this is my hubby. He is the breadwinner of our rat pack. My life didn’t really begin to blossom until I met him. Hubby and his 3 other older siblings grew up in a beautiful suburb outside of Marin just north of the Golden Gate bridge.
He went to UC Berkeley for his engineering degree and got an internship at Amazon soon after. His father was a well-to-do engineer at PG&E and his grandfather was a well-to-do engineer (and later president) at PG&E too. Well, the genes have it, Hub’s a software engineer and he’s as smart as fried chicken is delicious.
Since has the most picturesque family, I annoy him with questions constantly about his family and his childhood. What they ate for dinner, what time his dad came home from work, what video games did he play, did he fight with his brother a lot, did they have bedtime stories read to them, what was having grandparents like…so on and so forth. I secretly live through him and his family.
His favorite show is RuPaul’s Drag Race. When he cried like a baby after Latrice Royale (below) was eliminated, I knew he was the One. His nickname throughout high school and college was “Princess.” He’s proud of this.
His drag name is Honey Center.
Money Habit: Spender
My mom was born to a well-off and well-educated Chinese family. It was not common for girls to attend school during that era. Her father (my grandfather) insisted she should be educated like her brother but after his early passing, she was not able to move beyond 4th grade.
She recants this bitterly along with all the other political turmoil China went under. When the administrators took my school seat and stopped me from moving onto 2nd grade, my mom snapped. It reminded her too much of what happened to her. She was determined for me to have a better life and marry better. She went back to work full-time and put me into a boarding school far away. The big picture plan was to save enough money so we could all get out ASAP.
She is an artist by pedigree and was a painter by trade long before I was born. When she was younger she sang in a girl band. She still holds contact with friends from her girl band. There’s probably a VHS video somewhere of them performing on TV.
She gravitates more towards materialism and would spend the money if she had it. My mother speaks 2nd grade English and has picked up a good amount of Cantonese as well.
Money Habit: Saver
My dad grew up in an extremely poor and dysfunctional family. He is ill-tempered, slow-witted and asocial. He had 8 other siblings and they never had enough to eat. Dad was able to finish middle school but none of my parents attended high school.
He was a distant and physically abusive father. My first memory of him was when I was 7, I accidentally spilled a few drops of soup and I was beaten for it. My mom claims it was his upbringing that made him very wrathful towards any type of waste.
Combine that with his horrible temper (which I’ve regretfully inherited), I consider him the worst part of my blood. I used to daydream when science would become advance enough that I could literally cut a parent out of my blood.
Most of my life with him has been one filled with fear. He found enormous amusement in the power trip and exclaimed to others about it.
My mother and I know that he has only a faint degree of introspection and self-awareness. Despite being in the U.S. for almost 17 years, he only knows about 30 words of English and refuses to learn more.
Today, our relationship can be labeled as distant but it’s miles better than what it was before.
“Better” as in if we accidentally brushed up against each other or made contact I don’t have to rush to the bathroom to wash my hands/arms. I just rinse it or wipe my hands now.
After I came back from college, he became very apologetic and meek. Instead of an authoritative father, he became more like a mouse. Mom hypothesized it’s his way of apologizing. This made living together bearable.
Fathers: your daughters are always watching you.
I was conscious enough to pin point all the qualities my dad had and deliberately found mates who had polar opposite traits. Jared is perfect for me in every way and I thank God for him every single day.
We adopted Grace from a Texas-based rescue group called L&S Dog Diggity back in 2015. Her breed is a mystery. She was abandoned at 6 weeks old with 8 of her other siblings. They were left out in a cardboard box on the doorstep of a small town vet. All the puppies in the litter were malnourished but 2 puppies out of the litter were physically injured. According to the vet papers, Grace was one of them. She was quarantined for months and missed most of her puppyhood.
It’s indicated in the vet paperwork that Grace was starved, infected with Giardia, ringworm, roundworm and a host of others things I can’t pronounce. She also had an open wound on her tail with living maggots inside it. She was not adoptable until she was past 5 months old.
Raising Grace has been a challenge. We hired a specialized dog trainer who told us she was a “lost cause” and “we should get another dog.”
After her teenager years, she mellowed out to become a well-behaved young ladydog.
She still has the symptoms of an abused dog.
If we raise our hands too fast, she flinches. Grace is also terrified of cardboard boxes. She refuses to go near cardboard and will run away at the sight of anything cardboard-y or brown bag related. It is very strange…
Mr and Mrs. P
Money Habit: Saver
Jared’s lovingly awesome parents. Hubby’s parents are your traditional millionaire’s-next-door types. They lived in a modest single family house their entire life, drove modest cars and invested their savings for the long haul. They are conscious spenders and great savers. Mr and Mrs. P are both retired now and live a very comfortable life. They love dining out, going on cruises and oh yeah, the grand-kids!
Money Habit: Earner
Mr. Executive is an ambitious, highly intelligent and wildly successful Silicon Valley CEO. Mr. Executive is a fierce fighter for FIRE (Financial Independence, Retiring Early). He and I were in a long-term relationship starting in my senior year of college. He was 26 years-old at the time.
Mr. E came from high social standing with an impressive Ivy League pedigree. Both of his parents were doctors and executives themselves. He taught me a lot about life, finance and entrepreneurship which changed my life. I will mention him often. He is a spectacular human and I consider it a gift to be able to see the world through his vision. He bares an uncanny resemblance to actor Dane Dehaan.
Mr. E had a large CEO salary while I was busting tables and bars like a more typical millennial. Due to socioeconomic class differences, age (maturity), work schedules, we separated amicably. Our relationship was doomed from the beginning but a refusal to let things fail kept us together for longer than we should have been together. He resides in San Francisco and we remain friends till this day.
Poverty is not a good enough excuse.
Money Habit: Spender
She is my substitute mother despite the fact that she is exactly 1 day younger than me. She was my protector in our rough-and-tumble high school. Cyn is of Salvadorean descent and a true blue San Franciscan born and bred. She did not grow up with a father (jail). Cyn is a carefree optimist. I’m always baffled by her energy and joy. I’m a mope but when she is around I feel instantly happier.
She is career and faith oriented. I will never, ever meet a person as sweet-natured and good-hearted as Cyn. It’s a miracle for me to know someone like her and I enjoy her company immensely even though we’re separated a good few hundred miles.
Cyn isn’t much of a saver but she keeps afloat by being responsible and gainfully employed.
Happiness is a choice.
Money Habit: Saver
Valerie is my best friend. She and I share an analogous amount of traits from our home life to the way we think and process the world. Her family grew up poor like mine and we bounce off each other a lot in our discussions on life & creation. She’s the only person I feel comfortable talking with because at the core of it all – we are the same person.
Her family of 5 has lived in a rundown, rodent infested flat in San Francisco Chinatown their entire life. They all slept in one small bedroom and shared the communal bathroom, living room & kitchen with the rest of the floors of residences. Nothing was normal for her and she spent a good chunk of her childhood hospitalized as well.
We met in high school and I liked her instantly because she had beautiful hair. One day, I randomly reached out and started braiding her hair in class. Surprisingly, she let me and didn’t think I was weird (yet).
We went to different universities but we both moved to Seattle within a year of each other coincidentally. Valerie is currently going to school and working in Seattle. She was very recently dating the wealthy son of “Old Money” but gave up on the relationship after realizing she wanted to live her life as opposed to of being tied down at 25.
She is frugal and responsible with money and has excellent career prospects.
Don’t have children if you can’t afford them, it’s unfair to the child.
Money Habit: Spender
Soap is the daughter of an incredibly affluent multi-millionaire family. Soap is one of my best friends although we have very little in common. Her childhood was what one would call pure opulence. Today, she is in her 30s with a drinking problem. She has bad health and cannot hold down a job.
Her sister’s married to the heir of a Chinese gas & energy billionaire. Soap was going down that route as well thanks to her family’s extensive high society connections. But Soap ran away from that life, literally, she ran away for 2 months in secret with a foreign man. Her family thought she had been kidnapped and killed.
Soap, bless her, has gone against every piece of good advice her parents gave her. She did the same with the money advice I gave her. She is horrible with money and has racked up an obscene amount of credit card debt despite the help her parents gives her.
Soap is not able to recall what she brought with her money or where it goes.
Her mom gave her spending money to the tune of $25,000 during a family vacation and she spent all of it in just 14 days. She once spent $32,000 during the span of 2 days with one of her friends (although it’s believed she was scammed.)
Soap is obsessed with the Paris Hilton’s lifestyle (Paris is one of her idols.) Soap has no plans of bailing herself out. She is currently waiting for her parents to fly back from China to save her just like the time they did before this, and the time before that and the time before that…
Despite her financial flaws, she is an amazingly down to earth and selfless person. She is a bright bulb with an unmatched wit and honest to a fault.
For the love of God, teach your children about money and responsibilities early!
That’s, uh, me again. –Waves.– But it’s a better me than just the regular Lily.
Lily X is imaginary.
She is who I have a self dialogue with half the time. Lily X has everything I like in myself, multiplied, combined with a touch of pride. She’s 26, has 6 million dollars somehow, sings lead in a heavy metal band, cares for the poor and the elderly that lives with her in her mansion, she’s also cuter than the regular Lily and about 10 lbs skinnier.
Money Habit: Spender
Ocean Eyes was a penniless runaway I met right after I graduated. Ocean Eyes ran away from his family at age 14. He bounced around across the United States for 5 years, seemingly unscathed, all the way from New York to San Francisco. He relied on his friends, his charms and the kindness (cough naivety) of girls like me
Ocean Eyes possessed a precocious mind, unearthly charm and is still one of the most angelic beauties I’ve ever met.
Everything else about him was a recipe for disaster.
When we met, he was 19 years old and sleeping in a San Francisco MUNI car.
SF is expensive and he was being frugal? Heck no. He’s just a hapless 19-year-old street kid. His middle class family in New York severed all ties with him. He showed me the letter his mother wrote requesting him to never contact her again. I never got the full story on that but what I knew pulled at my heart-strings.
We found common ground very quickly. For the first 36 hours of meeting each other, we didn’t separate once. We talked for hours until we dozed off. But I did not get into a relationship with him because I refuse to leave my (mismatched but stable) relationship with Mr. Executive. He refused to leave his girlfriend at the time as well. This all created even more problems down the road so Ocean Eyes and I cold shouldered one another until we lost contact.
After we lost touch, his girlfriends (now one of his many ex-girlfriends) found me on Facebook and told me I made the right choice. She told me when they were dating he constantly beat her. He also burned down a bedroom in her fathers’ landlord’s house. Their relationship ended when he tried to smashed her head in with a rock after an argument.
What an angel.
I knew nothing about this until she told me. He just seemed like a misguided but overall good kid to me. I guess I acted more like his parole officer, he was on his best behavior. Honestly, I still worry about him sometimes and I wonder if I should reach out again…then my common sense kicks in. He is completely self-destructive, thwarted and impossible. An utter waste of talent and beyond my scope and sanity.
You can only offer help to those who are ready to receive it.
Money Habit: Spender
Mrs. MLM is a conundrum to explain, bear with me. Mrs. MLM and I started as just casual friends. She carries all the traits I dislike in myself. She is arrogant, selfish, gullible, and she has the money sense of a toddler. She and I are the same person by the depth of our roots. It’s like the two of us had the same deck of cards but we each played it differently.
I had high expectations because she was like my twin. I feel like a disappointed mother
She processes the world her way. She had a teen pregnancy to spite her parents. Mrs. MLM went out of her way to steal another friend’s fiancé. She tried for months to recruit me and my friends into Amway/Avon/Herbalife etc. I stopped considering her my friend after the first month of meeting her. The last I heard, she was on EBT and living at her mother-in-law’s house in one of the worst killing capitals of America.
We almost had the same fate. It’s almost like the universe gave us the same storyline. I still see a lot of myself reflected in you. But the choices you made were different from the choices I made. You are proof the past cannot determine a person. You are proof that pursuing revenge in an effort to cleanse your pain only brings more pain. You’re my wake up alarm and my motivator. I strive everyday to make my future self better than my past self in an effort to be less like you.
I look up at my cast of characters and feel so fortunate in being able to have these incredible people all have a hand in my life. What is your cast of characters?