The Weight of Money

I don’t give much consideration for memes, but it is after 3am and I’m awake so why not. Thanks to Mapgirl for the tag.

1. I deserve every outrageous teenage torment the daughter may put me through. I often wonder how my mother survived my preteen/teen years when I trampled every boundary ever created and seemed to have made a personal to-do list out of “a parent’s worst nightmare experiences”. I’d say that maybe she was relieved that I had the daughter just a couple months into my fifteenth year because it actually gave her a break (on some levels, not on the most obvious one).

2. I have moved approximately 30 times in my life and have recently stated that I’m done moving. We’ve got a move coming up when the partner and I get a house, but that has to be it because I am exhausted and just don’t have any more energy for relocating. These were rarely short, across town moves; instead, these were complete upheaval and jarring transitions across cities, states, and countryside.

3. On three occasions I opened new checking accounts at new banks because I couldn’t get my current one balanced. I would abandon the effort in hopes of a fresh start; eventually, after continued failures, I gave up and haven’t balanced my checkbook in 4 years.

4. I return items almost compulsively. I often purchase items and later decided that I don’t like it, don’t want, paid too much for it, or don’t have the money for it and will return it. I’ll often have a bag of three or four returns stashed in my trunk waiting for the next trip — I blame my mother who also lives by the mantra of “buy it, you can always return it.” This activity actually embarrasses me and I’ll sometimes go out of my way to return items to another location.

5. I hate gum. I have an irrational hatred of it and cannot stand people chewing it. The daughter will solemnly tell anyone who offers her gum in my presence that she isn’t allowed to have it because I don’t like it (and solicit all sorts of sympathy interspersed with judging looks shot my way). However, she’ll also smugly show off having gum if she’s feeling suitably protected by nearby, indulging grandparents. I’ll silently fume about it until we get far enough out of earshot or until the grandparent leaves the room and I’ll make her get rid of it.

There, 5 things you may not know about me. I know that two readers that might know a couple of the items but probably not all of them. This leads me to wonder how many pf writers have friends that read their site and their comfort level with it - but that is probably another post in itself.

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