When your life is already irrevocably fucked for listening to what you’re told for 18 years and attempting to better yourself by pursuing a vocation you’re passionate about, in a country that doesn’t value the most important professions like teaching, you can eat saltines in a rented room and wait to die while your fellow Americans insult you for “making bad decisions,” or you can buy a nice thing with a credit card and then continue to eat saltines in a rented room waiting to die while your fellow Americans insult you.
At least with the latter you have a nice thing to die with. Sure as shit won’t get any “nice” from your fellow Americans who gain pleasure from your misery.