I love the library...and my credit card (gulp!)
To start: Carrie is wrong. Not about much, but certainly about the library. It is a wonderful place, where there is information about anything (anything!) that you want to know about and IT IS FREE!!!! I love it so very much. I love going there to kill time, and requesting books. The downtown library was a new experience and it just may be one of my favorite places in the city. It does smell of mothballs, but they just remind me of closets and that is where you put clothes and I love clothes...so I don't mind the smell. As for the caf smell, have you ever had cafeteria pizza...yummy.
Ok, on to the real topic of this blog. I have been...using. my. credit. card. again. I hate it. I told myself when I took the rather large paycut to work at Starbucks that I would not use it again. A couple of months and a break in and unexpected expenses later, the magnetic strip is getting a lot of use again. Have a mentioned that I hate this? The problem is I don't see much choice. And it is a slippery slope: Spend $60 on groceries then you think "What is another $5 in the grand scheme of things?". So on and so forth. Plus, life has been hard and messy (not bad, just a bit messy), and the last thing I want to do is worry about money.
However, every time I use it I inevitable feel the remorse. The "why the heck did I just do that, I am going to be in debt until I die" feeling in my stomach.
As you can tell, I have money issues. I have not been buying clothes or other ridiculously unnecessary things, but every cent I spend mocks me. It says "Weak, weak, weak...you will never get control of your money and that means that you will never get control of your life". I know that these voices are stupid and mean and that I will get out of debt and this is temporary, etc. My debt it not small, but not big. Pretty normal for someone my age as far as statistics go (The average 20 something out of college owes about $5800...mine is less than that). It still haunts me and mocks me. A lot, and loudly, especially at night.
I think this speaks about our culture, and I trying to figure out how and why. Will let you know what I come up wish. I know you are waiting with baited breath!
Well, got to go. Need to try to make something with the crotchet needles I just bought (what, they were just $2!).
Shout out to Jenn who dropped a $20 in my car, and then left for Africa. It will be waiting for you in 6 months. Thanks for inadvertently helping with groceries. We miss you.
sigh.
Ok, on to the real topic of this blog. I have been...using. my. credit. card. again. I hate it. I told myself when I took the rather large paycut to work at Starbucks that I would not use it again. A couple of months and a break in and unexpected expenses later, the magnetic strip is getting a lot of use again. Have a mentioned that I hate this? The problem is I don't see much choice. And it is a slippery slope: Spend $60 on groceries then you think "What is another $5 in the grand scheme of things?". So on and so forth. Plus, life has been hard and messy (not bad, just a bit messy), and the last thing I want to do is worry about money.
However, every time I use it I inevitable feel the remorse. The "why the heck did I just do that, I am going to be in debt until I die" feeling in my stomach.
As you can tell, I have money issues. I have not been buying clothes or other ridiculously unnecessary things, but every cent I spend mocks me. It says "Weak, weak, weak...you will never get control of your money and that means that you will never get control of your life". I know that these voices are stupid and mean and that I will get out of debt and this is temporary, etc. My debt it not small, but not big. Pretty normal for someone my age as far as statistics go (The average 20 something out of college owes about $5800...mine is less than that). It still haunts me and mocks me. A lot, and loudly, especially at night.
I think this speaks about our culture, and I trying to figure out how and why. Will let you know what I come up wish. I know you are waiting with baited breath!
Well, got to go. Need to try to make something with the crotchet needles I just bought (what, they were just $2!).
Shout out to Jenn who dropped a $20 in my car, and then left for Africa. It will be waiting for you in 6 months. Thanks for inadvertently helping with groceries. We miss you.
sigh.
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