Throughout the year, I always have had money to spend on the little things. You know- video games, fancy dates, travel, posh makeup, etc. However, it seems that there is that special time between October and December where our finances are in limbo. Does anyone else have this problem, or am I missing something here?
I don't really do anything different. It just seems that there is less money at the end of my year. Bills get stretched out, and my bank account looks like a single mom during the Great Depression. Scratch that...a single mom during the Great Depression would have more money than me at this time.
I've taken to paying off my student loans, and I've put a dent into them, at least. Although there is a minimum payment, I have added a lot to it. I've been pinching my pennies because I like vacations and such every year, and more importantly-perhaps the most important point of all- I like my bills paid. I like to take my paycheck, pay all of my bills, and then let the next paycheck sit bored in my bank account.
But yes, this time of year really sucks- not only am I broke around this season, it's the worst possible season to be broke on- the holidays. Now, if you know me (and since you're reading this blog, I'm sure you know me a bit by now), there's one thing that I absolutely LOATHE more than anything in this world, and it's the fucking holidays. I hate the holidays- except you, Halloween. I could never hate you.
Now, on to the examples on why I hate the holidays. Now, keep in mind, I DO enjoy some things about the holidays, but let's be serious. Everyone knows this rings true. If it doesn't ring true to you, you're living in a place where unicorns exist.
Thanksgiving: It's a time of the year where you spend extra money on a small country's amount of food, and you glutton yourself to the point of bursting with it. You sit around a table with people you don't really like and would rather stab in the face than to break bread with and make idle chatter.
I'm not for all that fake shit, so I make my own Thanksgiving with people who actually want me in their lives.
Then, it's Black Friday, which has somehow leaked into The Hour After Thanksgiving Dinner. That's when the worst in people comes out. It's like The Purge, but somehow less people get killed.
Xmas: This one is a doozy. This is the one I hate more than the seven rings of Hell.
All this "put the 'Christ' in Christmas"! OH BULLSHIT. It's a Pagan holiday, you fuckwits, but you wouldn't know that because you never got a proper education. It's funny how the most religious states in the USA are also the most academically challenged. Coincidence? I think not.
Christmas gives shitty people who've been shitty all fucking year long to redeem themselves- they can be charitable once a year, and get a tax write-off for it. Then, in January, they can go back to being a shitty fucking person until Christmas again.
And the crowds. Holy fuck at the crowds. I went grocery shopping the other day. GROCERY SHOPPING. People were almost running me over to get crap they don't need, and all I wanted to do was buy some fucking food. They don't act this way the rest of the year.
You get gifts. I love getting gifts, you like getting gifts, everyone loves getting gifts. As I get older, I realize I just want cash, a paid bill or two, free food, and maybe some vehicle maintenance. Hell, I hated getting socks when I was a kid, but now...I fucking love socks! Especially if they're cute! My feet are a kid's size, so I always get cute socks!
What do I want for Xmas?
Someone to pay toward my student loans.
Someone to do some maintenance to my car.
Someone to pay my rent (seriously, please pay my rent)
A French press
Money.
Victoria's Secret gift card.
Sephora gift card.
Food.
Buckle gift card.
A 64gb microSD card.
Yes, big,expensive, needy things, but let's be honest here. I don't need another TV. I don't need a Louis Vuitton purse (I already have one), and I don't need some fancy stuff that I'll only use maybe once or twice. I have no room. I don't need it. I have enough crap already.
And then....AND THEEENNN...there's the New Year's Resolutions. They do that whole "New Year, New Me" bullshit. If you haven't done it by now, sweetie, you're not going to. It never lasts long. They fall back into their old habits pretty soon after. They crowd the gym and keep the serious people who actually want to be there waiting on their tard asses. Usually after February/March, they're gone, thankfully, but I'm not waiting until March to hit the gym! I call these people "Resolutionaries", because they like to storm places like the gym, the health club, or some college, and keep the people who've been there from doing anything! They rarely ever stay with it.
At the beginning of the year, there were so many Resolutionaries at my gym that I couldn't do any squats or lunges because someone was always there using them, and wouldn't re-rack the weights, so there was a magical treasure hunt for the fucking weights and kettlebells. I went this past Saturday and there were eight of us in the gym. Eight. During the week, there's maybe 25 or so- and they're regulars.
I fucking hate the holidays.
I don't really do anything different. It just seems that there is less money at the end of my year. Bills get stretched out, and my bank account looks like a single mom during the Great Depression. Scratch that...a single mom during the Great Depression would have more money than me at this time.
I've taken to paying off my student loans, and I've put a dent into them, at least. Although there is a minimum payment, I have added a lot to it. I've been pinching my pennies because I like vacations and such every year, and more importantly-perhaps the most important point of all- I like my bills paid. I like to take my paycheck, pay all of my bills, and then let the next paycheck sit bored in my bank account.
But yes, this time of year really sucks- not only am I broke around this season, it's the worst possible season to be broke on- the holidays. Now, if you know me (and since you're reading this blog, I'm sure you know me a bit by now), there's one thing that I absolutely LOATHE more than anything in this world, and it's the fucking holidays. I hate the holidays- except you, Halloween. I could never hate you.
Now, on to the examples on why I hate the holidays. Now, keep in mind, I DO enjoy some things about the holidays, but let's be serious. Everyone knows this rings true. If it doesn't ring true to you, you're living in a place where unicorns exist.
Thanksgiving: It's a time of the year where you spend extra money on a small country's amount of food, and you glutton yourself to the point of bursting with it. You sit around a table with people you don't really like and would rather stab in the face than to break bread with and make idle chatter.
I'm not for all that fake shit, so I make my own Thanksgiving with people who actually want me in their lives.
Then, it's Black Friday, which has somehow leaked into The Hour After Thanksgiving Dinner. That's when the worst in people comes out. It's like The Purge, but somehow less people get killed.
Xmas: This one is a doozy. This is the one I hate more than the seven rings of Hell.
All this "put the 'Christ' in Christmas"! OH BULLSHIT. It's a Pagan holiday, you fuckwits, but you wouldn't know that because you never got a proper education. It's funny how the most religious states in the USA are also the most academically challenged. Coincidence? I think not.
Christmas gives shitty people who've been shitty all fucking year long to redeem themselves- they can be charitable once a year, and get a tax write-off for it. Then, in January, they can go back to being a shitty fucking person until Christmas again.
And the crowds. Holy fuck at the crowds. I went grocery shopping the other day. GROCERY SHOPPING. People were almost running me over to get crap they don't need, and all I wanted to do was buy some fucking food. They don't act this way the rest of the year.
You get gifts. I love getting gifts, you like getting gifts, everyone loves getting gifts. As I get older, I realize I just want cash, a paid bill or two, free food, and maybe some vehicle maintenance. Hell, I hated getting socks when I was a kid, but now...I fucking love socks! Especially if they're cute! My feet are a kid's size, so I always get cute socks!
What do I want for Xmas?
Someone to pay toward my student loans.
Someone to do some maintenance to my car.
Someone to pay my rent (seriously, please pay my rent)
A French press
Money.
Victoria's Secret gift card.
Sephora gift card.
Food.
Buckle gift card.
A 64gb microSD card.
Yes, big,expensive, needy things, but let's be honest here. I don't need another TV. I don't need a Louis Vuitton purse (I already have one), and I don't need some fancy stuff that I'll only use maybe once or twice. I have no room. I don't need it. I have enough crap already.
And then....AND THEEENNN...there's the New Year's Resolutions. They do that whole "New Year, New Me" bullshit. If you haven't done it by now, sweetie, you're not going to. It never lasts long. They fall back into their old habits pretty soon after. They crowd the gym and keep the serious people who actually want to be there waiting on their tard asses. Usually after February/March, they're gone, thankfully, but I'm not waiting until March to hit the gym! I call these people "Resolutionaries", because they like to storm places like the gym, the health club, or some college, and keep the people who've been there from doing anything! They rarely ever stay with it.
At the beginning of the year, there were so many Resolutionaries at my gym that I couldn't do any squats or lunges because someone was always there using them, and wouldn't re-rack the weights, so there was a magical treasure hunt for the fucking weights and kettlebells. I went this past Saturday and there were eight of us in the gym. Eight. During the week, there's maybe 25 or so- and they're regulars.
I fucking hate the holidays.
