The P-diddy syndrome is becoming a worldwide epidemic amongst young professionals and some older ones too. I have an especially bad case of PDS. This syndrome can be best described by a person who thinks they are rich and famous, when in reality they live with their parents and spend all their money on poppin’ bottles, vacations and shopping. I personally did not think this is a problem until I realized that all my other working friends and peers put their money into this thing called a savings account. Anyone know what that is?? I could have sworn that animal has been extinct since the early 1990’s.
Let’s get into some examples so you can evaluate whether you too are suffering from PDS:
1. You go on more than 10 vacations a year but make less than 60k annually.
2. Got a quarter tank of gas in your new E-class.
3. Can’t pay your rent because you bought the most beautiful pair of jade Christian Louboutin patent leather pumps.
4. Go to the club intending to mooch off of the fist dumb drunk guy that has a table but instead end up buying your own table.
5. Your contemplating dating the T-Mobile guy, to ensure getting new blackberrys on the regular. You catch my drift.
As of today, there is no cure for the P-diddy syndrome. So until medical professionals discover the magic anti-PDS pill, play on playa. GTL (gym-tan-laundry) and fist pumpin’ 4-life.
(Evathediva broke it down real nice for us, but send in your experiences with PDS. Get the help you deserve, together we can fight the fight against PDS.)
