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Wednesday, June 3, 2026

The Problem with Judging Other People's Spending



Something hit a nerve a few weeks ago, and a conversation today brought it right back to the surface.

Someone was being ridiculed for booking a business-class seat for an upcoming trip. According to that person, that money would do more good if saved or spent on something more worthwhile. What they didn't know, or perhaps didn't care to ask, was why that kind of choice was made in the first place.


Over the years, I've heard countless variations of the same sentiment:

"Must be nice." "Wow, rich kid." "Sana all". "Did you marry someone rich?"
or
"You don't know how to handle money." "You could have spent that money on something more useful." "There are people poor people in this world who could benefit from that kind of money."

Some are said jokingly. Some are disguised as concern. Some come wrapped in unsolicited financial advice.

But they all seem to carry the same underlying message:

"I don't approve of how you're spending your money."


The Discipline Behind the Decision

If you've ever booked a business-class seat, or upgraded your hotel room, or bought a nicer camera or bag, paid extra for comfort, or booked that vacation you've been dreaming about for years, you've probably heard some version of these comments.

What's fascinating is that these comments rarely come when you're working late nights, taking on extra responsibilities, living below your means, passing on things you want, or diligently contributing to your savings and retirement accounts. Nope. These comments appear when you're finally enjoying the fruits of all that hard work. People see the purchase but they don't see the years and sacrifices behind it.

Most people see the upgraded cabin but they don't see the decades of career building.They see the business-class boarding pass but not the years of economy seats, the overtime hours, the layoff you survived, the risks taken, and sacrifices made.They see the vacation photos, but they don't see the spreadsheets, budgets, and financial decisions quietly working in the background for years. In short, they see the destination but they don't see the journey.

And so the moment they found out you spent money on something that brings you joy, comfort, convenience, or a memorable experience, people suddenly become instant financial advisors.



There is no one-size fits all on "correct" spending. 

One of the biggest misconceptions about money is that there is a universally correct way to spend it. There isn't.

Some people spend money on luxury cars, designer handbags, golf memberships, concert tickets, sports memorabilia, musical instruments, home renovations or boba tea. While others spend money on travel, better seats, upgraded rooms, photography equipment, or comfortable experiences, and some people spend very little on anything at all.

But none of these choices are inherently superior, though. At least in my mind, this is the case. For me the problem begins when people confuse: "My preference"  with "The correct answer."

Just because something isn't worth it to you doesn't mean it isn't worth it to someone else. The fact that you wouldn't buy it doesn't automatically make it a mistake. We don't all work hard for the same rewards, so it shouldn't surprise us that we don't all spend money the same way.

So why do some people react so strongly on other people's spending choices? Unfortunately, it isn't always about the money. Sometimes it's about something else entirely and here are some of my hypothesis:

1. They need validation of their own choices.
 "If I made the right choice, why aren't you making the same choice?"

Are they looking for validation for their own choices that's why they are making us make the same choices as theirs?
Sometimes what sounds like financial advice is really a request for validation. 


2. Holier than thou mentality.
If someone spends their life prioritizing savings above all else, seeing someone spend freely can create discomfort. Instead of simply accepting that different people have different priorities, they may try to convince you that their way is the only responsible way.

News flash: That's the nice thing about being an adult, we get to spend OUR OWN money differently.


3. Your Purchase Reminds Them of Something They Can't Have
It isn't always about affordability. Sometimes people can afford it but were raised with a mindset where spending money on comfort or enjoyment feels indulgent, even when it isn't. Sometimes they genuinely can't afford it. And some have spent years talking themselves out of wanting certain things, making it difficult to watch someone else enjoy them guilt-free.

If they feel deprived, they may try to turn your excitement into guilt. Misery loves company. If they can't enjoy it, they don't want you enjoying it either.


4. They Mistake Frugality for Virtue

Being careful with money is admirable. But spending money is not a moral failure. Some people unconsciously treat every dollar spent as a character flaw. They forget that money is a tool.

The goal isn't simply to accumulate the largest bank account possible and die with the highest score. The goal is to use money in a way that supports the life you want to live. For some that might mean saving aggressively, spending very little, and leaving as much as possible to their children and grandchildren. There is nothing wrong with that. For others, it means balancing responsibility with enjoyment, like providing for their family, saving for the future, and occasionally using some of their  hard-earned money to create experiences, memories, or joy along the way.

Neither approach is inherently superior. The mistake is assuming that everyone should follow the same script.

Spending wisely doesn't always mean spending the least amount possible.

Lastly,

5. They Only See the Expense, Not the Context

The person criticizing your upgraded flight may not know, how much you save, or how much you invest, how much you've sacrificed,  or what your overall financial situation looks like.They don't know the big picture.

They're evaluating a single transaction while ignoring the thousands of decisions that came before it. Completely unaware of the years of discipline, budgeting, career-building, sacrifice, and delayed gratification behind it.





There is no one-size-fits all definition for "Waste of Money"

Everyone has a category they think is a waste of money. 

The person judging your business-class ticket might spend thousands on something you'd never buy. The person criticizing your upgraded room might spend money on hobbies you don't understand. The person mocking your Vibe Club pass may happily spend money on things that seem completely unnecessary to you. That's because value is personal. There is no universal formula, and unfortunately,  some fail to realize that.



The Response I Wish More People Understood

I've spent most of my life learning how to save money, now I'm also learning how to enjoy some of it. Does that make me irresponsible? Of course not. That makes me human. And I refuse to apologize for occasionally choosing comfort or for choosing experiences that bring me joy.

I refuse to apologize for using money I earned to create memories that matter to me. I've worked hard. I've planned. I've sacrificed. I've saved. I've earned the right to occasionally say:

"Yes, I want the better seat." "Yes, I want the upgraded room." "Yes, I want the experience." 

And no, I don't owe anyone an explanation, justification, or permission slip for how I spend the money I've worked hard to earn.



A Message To the Auditor I Never Hired

If someone else's purchase irritates you, ask yourself why.  Are they actually being irresponsible?  Or are they simply making a different choice than you would? 

Not every purchase needs your approval. Not every decision requires your validation.

Not every splurge is a mistake. Sometimes a business-class seat is just a business-class seat. Sometimes an upgraded room is just an upgraded room.

And sometimes a person who spent decades working hard is simply allowing themselves to enjoy the rewards of that hard work. There are worse things in life than that.

What feels worthwhile to one person may not feel worthwhile to another. and that is OK.



Epilogue 

To that someone who saw the purchase and immediately decided it was wasteful.
I wish you would have asked that person why he/she made that choice in the first place, before passing judgement.

As for me, both of my flights are red-eye. I'll be heading straight to the airport after work (i'm a new employee and trying to be productive as much as possible before i leave) on the way to my destination, and heading straight back to work after I return. I wasn't paying for champagne, bragging rights, or social media photos. I was paying for the ability to sleep. I was paying to arrive rested. I was paying to make an already exhausting travel schedule a little more manageable. But that's almost beside the point. Even if my reason had simply been, "Because I wanted to," that should have been enough.

Not every spending decision needs to be justified to an audience.

Not every purchase requires a business case.

And thank you for your concern about my "wasteful" spending. I'll do my best to survive the devastating consequences of occasionally enjoying the money I worked hard to earn.

Monday, January 19, 2026

Eventually, Paris

2010: Foggy Paris


This blog is long overdue. And since today marks our Philippines wedding anniversary (the first one was in the US), it felt like the right time to finally write it.

Paris, Finally.

Year 2010. We arrived in Paris on December 29th, the final stop of our escorted European bus tour. It was meant to be just a day tour, a pause before flying back to the US. Instead, we decided to stay three nights because we wanted to celebrate New Year's eve in the City of Lights. 

When the guide announced we had reached Paris, I instinctively craned my neck, looking for the Eiffel Tower. I had seen it countless times before, in movies, books, postcards, just to name a few, but when it finally appeared in front of me, in all it's majestic, over engineered glory,  it felt oddly unreal. Familiar, yet hard to believe that finally it is standing infront of me. Well almost, we were still maybe 2 miles away but I can see half of it. 

For years, Paris had lived only in my imagination. In dog-eared Rick Steves books. In highlighted Lonely Planet pages. In spreadsheets where dreams were balanced carefully against budgets. And now, somehow, after all that planning and daydreaming, I was finally there, with the man I care about, and who cared back. 

Standing there, I realized this wasn’t just a place I wanted to see. It was a place I had worked toward. Seeing the Eiffel Tower in front of me was mesmerizing in a way that photos never capture. It doesn’t invite commentary, no casual glances. It calls your full attention.



Notre Dame

Landmarks, One After Another

The first place we visited was the Louvre Museum. This is where I found myself unexpectedly stopped in front of the Nike of Samothrace.  I wasn't looking for it, wasn't planned, nor anticipated either. There are so many things to see at the Louvre, but it was the Nike of Samothrace that held me still. Art, I have discovered for the first time, has a way of choosing its moment, and it doesn't ask for permission. This is why my youtube channel is called NikeOfSamothrace (also because I hide my head when I'm posting videos of me playing guitar :P).

inside the Louvre


I only scratched the surface but I did see most of the must-sees (yes, including Mona Lisa). When it's time to go back to our hotel to change and prepare for our dinner, I was tired and a bit overwhelmed, but nonetheless, happy. Every sculpture and painting felt like too much and not enough at the same time.

The next day, we headed to Versailles. Versailles was imposing and indulgent in the best possible way.   It was impossible not to wonder what the parties of that century must have been like. 


Palace of Versailles

As we walked through the gardens of the Palace of Versailles, I can't help but wonder how it would be like to glide through them in one of those structured gowns, with corsets tight enough to cause a graceful faint and petticoats so wide they could smuggle an entire Von Trapp family unnoticed. Every step would require resolve, impeccable posture, and the understanding that comfort was never part of the contract.

I find it funny how Versailles prompt that sort of imagining without effort. It doesn’t ask you to observe history from a distance, it pulls you into it, even if its just for a moment.  Especially since everything felt designed not just to impress, but to linger.


getting lost in Paris


Getting Lost, Intentionally

On the 3rd day, I slipped away on my own. Group tours has its rhythm, but I needed quiet to recuperate from too much socializing. So I woke up early and braved the Paris train system solo. I was set out to look for The Thinker, but got lost instead.

I didn’t mind, though. Getting lost felt appropriate. Necessary, even. It's a reminder that discovery isn’t always efficient and that some places are best understood without a plan. I always believe that getting lost is how the best places find you and it proved me right, over and over.




ice skating, above the Eiffel Tower

Dining Above and Drifting Through

My first dinner in Paris was at 58 Tour Eiffel (update: now Madame Brasserie), on the first floor of the Eiffel Tower itself, elevated in the most literal sense. I’ll admit, I was a bit underwhelmed because the ambience didn’t quite live up to the setting, but the experience  still felt worth having. We were supposed to go all the way to the top, but we managed to lose the tickets. I didn’t mind. The view from where we were was more than enough, and watching kids ice-skate above the city turned out to be unexpectedly entertaining. That part, at least, was entertaining.



did you notice the address on the building behind me?



We walked along the lively Champs-Élysées, taking in Paris’s version of the Christmas market. We picked up small trinkets here and there, sampled pastries we couldn’t pronounce but happily ate, and lingered over shop windows dressed for the season. Eventually, the cold won and we ducked into a restaurant to thaw, where I had the most delicious hot chocolate I have ever had. One extraordinary hot chocolate later, I emerged with a new hobby I didn’t know I needed, an entirely self-appointed, hot-chocolate connoisseurship.

On our 2nd night, we dined at Le Ciel de Paris. We hoped for a clear view of the Eiffel Tower from our window table but that night, however, was foggy. No postcard view. Still unforgettable. Paris doesn’t always give you what you expect, but it rarely disappoints.

We managed to squeeze in a Seine River cruise after that. One of those moments that feels unhurried even when time is tight. A group of college girls nearby were louder than the mood called for, but even that couldn’t quite break the spell. Paris, I have discovered, has a talent for making small annoyances fade into the background.

 

Seine River cruise

As we drifted along the river, and passed beneath one bridge after another, I felt a quiet sense of arrival. Each one feeling like both a welcome and a gentle reprimand for how long this trip had been overdue and smiled quietly remembering sheets and sheets of logistics planning I left home in the Philippines, when I was daydreaming of visiting Paris.



                                                
                                         


New Year’s Eve

It was on New Year’s Eve, standing in front of the Eiffel Tower, that I was proposed to.

Only later did I understand what had been unfolding all along. The restaurants. The river cruise. The timing. B hadn’t been indulging Paris for Paris’s sake alone, he had been waiting, watching and looking for the right moment.

As I found out later on there were several near-misses.

According to B:

"On our first night, dinner inside the 58 Tour Eiffel. I was close to doing it, but it didn't feel quite right. I didn’t love the table, and the moment slipped by. Then there was the plan to go all the way to the top of the Eiffel Tower, but had to abandon that plan when we lost the tickets.

The Seine River cruise nearly did it too, until a group of very enthusiastic college girls behind us drowned out any hope of quiet reverie.

The night at Le Ciel de Paris seemed promising, but I had one condition: the Eiffel Tower had to be visible. Paris, however, had other plans. The fog was relentless.

By New Year’s Eve, our final night in Paris, it was now or never. We were leaving the next day, and I was certain Paris was where I wanted to propose."

The place wasn’t accidental. Neither was the night. 



Philippines Wedding
 
US Wedding


Epilogue

A long time ago, my dream proposal was simple.
By the beach.
At sunset… or sunrise.


I once allowed myself, briefly, the idea of a Paris proposal but I dismissed it just as quickly. I filed it away as unrealistic and not for someone who felt like an impostor for even imagining it.

I was wrong.

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This is why Paris will always have a special place in my heart.
It’s true what they say, when one door closes, a window opens, and sometimes with a view you never dared to imagine.

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