Why? Sunday was Firework Day that's why. Which Chicago celebrates on the 3rd. Sweet, naive Chicago. The Windy City blows breezes of innocence.
It's to be admitted. I've slacked quite a bit over the past week. The $100 I saved over from the bachelor's party was invested in pizza, a fancy home-base dinner, and booze. I suppose I should have flung it toward the credit card or repaired my bike with it. But I couldn't do it. I wanted to kick it like Coolio. What's strange is that I don't feel guilty. I think my psyche felt the urge to relapse into old habits and not be ashamed.
There was a positive side to this experience, though, which shows I may have made internal progress. You see, after I blew the hundred bucks, I started to tighten up my finances again. Not perfectly, but more so than I would have over a month ago. Knowing I hit the hundred dollar limit caused me to renew my financial vigilance.
This Monday saw me hunched over my three ring binder where I sketched out my income-spending ratio. I paid out my bills, applied for a credit card with 0% APR for balance transfers, and sent out an application and writing samples for a staff writer position. AND I spanked the neighborhood cat for excessive foolishness. I was a whirlwind!
I've accomplished quite a few tasks these past weeks, but I haven't developed that love of thrift I'm looking for. I don't know if I can ever develop that. I'm just fighting to maintain my new habits. It sort of feels like I've quit smoking again - I have that visceral sense of deprivation and need to stick something in my mouth.
Insert oral sex joke here.
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