I recently got myself a credit card. This silver, shiny, plastic VISA happens to be my very first one. What is it with credit cards anyway? I heard things about it being the cause of America's present economic situation. I've heard stories of people buried in credit card debt.
And here I was with my EastWest classic card with a measly P20,000 credit limit. I instantly fooled myself into thinking I could go on a shopping spree; I was hoping to finally buy myself a set of cymbals. But after a moment, I came to my senses. This isn't free money. I wouldn't instantly spend P20,000 of my own savings that easily.
So there it was. A mere glimpse of the credit card's illusion. You're nothing but pressed plastic—wait—money is nothing but printed paper, right?