MONEY
Like most people, I am a huge fan of money. I love money. I think it's fantastic, and I sings its praises. However, despite all of my devotion to money, it never seems attracted back to me. If I slipped it a "Do you like me, circle one: yes / no" note in homeroom, it wouldn't even have the decency to circle no. Instead, it would burn that paper up and spit on the ashes. Because that's how money rolls. ( <-- I better get a comment on what a good pun that was.)
Sometimes, for short instances, money is in my pocket or purse. But then, as soon as my self-will wavers for even a small moment, money is gone. It leaves me. And what do I have to show for it most of the time? Nothing. My money gravitates towards food or renting movies. While this is immediately satisfying, it gives me nothing to show in the long run except a larger waistline. Why can't my money be attracted to better, more permanent things? Or why can't it stay with me for a long while so that I can bring friends to it, and then they can all go off together to a nice car dealership? The answer is, money hates me.
Oh sure, I could totally blame my lack of money and money-managing skills on myself. It'd be only too easy. But I am not going to go the easy route. I chose to out the real villian. Money has taken on a mind of its own and that mind does not like Jill. I never knew I wasn't easy to get along with until I met money. I don't think it's my fault though. Money seems to hate my mother too. Maybe money has a grudge against my family. It'd explain a lot.
I am sick of money and yet I wish for more. It's a vicious cycle, really. I bitch because I have no money and I have no money because I bitch. Or something like that. Pretend that made sense. Pretend this whole entry made sense and that I didn't write it at 4 in the morning.
Anyways, if anyone has any money that seems amiable and easy-going, please send it my way. I want to start over with money. Maybe it can grow to love me. Maybe my wounds will heal. But, like a depressed dumped lover, I chose to believe that I will never be close with money again. I am just not meant for money and it is not meant for me.
Can we please go back to the barter system?
Sometimes, for short instances, money is in my pocket or purse. But then, as soon as my self-will wavers for even a small moment, money is gone. It leaves me. And what do I have to show for it most of the time? Nothing. My money gravitates towards food or renting movies. While this is immediately satisfying, it gives me nothing to show in the long run except a larger waistline. Why can't my money be attracted to better, more permanent things? Or why can't it stay with me for a long while so that I can bring friends to it, and then they can all go off together to a nice car dealership? The answer is, money hates me.
Oh sure, I could totally blame my lack of money and money-managing skills on myself. It'd be only too easy. But I am not going to go the easy route. I chose to out the real villian. Money has taken on a mind of its own and that mind does not like Jill. I never knew I wasn't easy to get along with until I met money. I don't think it's my fault though. Money seems to hate my mother too. Maybe money has a grudge against my family. It'd explain a lot.
I am sick of money and yet I wish for more. It's a vicious cycle, really. I bitch because I have no money and I have no money because I bitch. Or something like that. Pretend that made sense. Pretend this whole entry made sense and that I didn't write it at 4 in the morning.
Anyways, if anyone has any money that seems amiable and easy-going, please send it my way. I want to start over with money. Maybe it can grow to love me. Maybe my wounds will heal. But, like a depressed dumped lover, I chose to believe that I will never be close with money again. I am just not meant for money and it is not meant for me.
Can we please go back to the barter system?