Tight with my jew golds

I was thinking about my expenditures at work today, and more specifically how extremely low they generally are, I started thinking about how I should actually spend more money. I always try to save as much of my gold as I can and always feel quite guilty whenever I spend any money, even if it's just on a £4 book. It makes it really strange to think about some of my friends are working more hours for more money than me and never have any money in their bank, I couldn't even begin to imagine getting to the end of a week and looking at all of my wages as spending money. But considering that I don't go out all the time pissing it away on pubs and pizzas I should be thankful for my increasingly hikikomori tendencies and spend a bit more money on books, clothes and stuff that I enjoy. Everyone I've spoken to about it says that being as sensible with my money as I am is a very good thing, and there's no argument that it isn't as it does mean I will easily have the money to buy whatever I want when it comes to it, but I work every weekday for this money so should allow myself some nice things every now and then.
As this week I have hit the 2k mark in my open account, and with my birthday approaching I've decided to loosen up with my spending and get some stuff I've been looking at. Before heading out to my brother's place today I ordered a few books, and tomorrow (or today after I've had some sleep) I'll probably look at buying some clothes and stuff.
I keep buying stuff for other people without thinking about it and unnecessarily depriving myself of the most absurdly cheap shit that'll make me happy just because I always feel like I've already spent too much money recently, but screw that, I should be able to buy whatever I want.

Driving to my brother's place with him in the passenger seat tonight was fun, as my first experience driving a car with anyone but my Dad. We picked up some people on the way, and even though I was hoping to drive to get their pizza and drop them off at the end of the night I didn't get the chance to. I still got some greatly appreciated practice, not to mention that it was of course awesome being able to relax and drive far more casually, without my Dad in the passenger seat it no longer felt as if I was with a driving instructor the whole time. Of course I still drove just as carefully, mainly because I wanted to show everyone in the car that I had some skills and wasn't a typical shitty teenage learner driver. But it was still nice having a little more free reign in a 1.6 litre turbo Focus, fun times.