So this weekend I didn’t do almost any of the things I was planning on doing. Instead I dealt with anxiety via cleaning. I have a very clean shower. You see, when I was a kid, most of the yelling in the house seemed to be about whether the bathroom was clean or not. So now, whenever there is yelling, I get this inescapable urge to clean things. I guess it’s less self-destructive than smoking, or drinking to excess, right? Right.
Also? I thought about cars. Specifically? This car:
And this one:
See, the story behind the cars is this: I WANT ONE. A lot.
Also: On Friday I realised that the black car (which has been on my watch list FOREVER) was up for sale Saturday, and I was mere seconds away from clicking the apply button on a personal loan (Also? WHY can you apply for these online. It seems ridiculously easy.) But self-preservation won out, and I decided to rationalise first.
So after rationalizing (which consisted of an angsty mathematical email complete with the numbers for owning a car for a year) I decided that since I’m still on a fixed term contract where I work, going off and getting myself $8000 in debt is a BAD idea. A very bad idea. Fiscally irresponsible even.
So then I started looking at cute little one bedroom flats because… Well, I was online anyway, right? And then I saw the price for renting a nice little one bedroom palace, overlooking the water, in the heart of the CBD and creative area, with a large deck, pets allowed, a swimming pool in the complex (next to the gym and sauna), and perhaps with a spare room for guests and storage.
Then I saw the weekly price for that, and decided that actually, a car (and taking up yachting and international travel in the weekends) would be a much cheaper option. So instead I’m just going to do neither, and keep concentrating on killing my overdraft, and cultivating savings!