Today was my Saturday. On my days off, I have waaayyyy too much time on my hands. Today was no exception. Despite not wanting to spend any money, after throwing together a sad attempt at breakfast (french toast, sans the french and basically sans the toast-- I don't think bread made solely from barley really counts a bread. Do you?), I decided a trip to the grocery store was definitely in order. $48 poorer, I found myself back at home again.
Then I started thinking. Yes, my budgeting efforts thus far have been valiant, but have I really scared myself away from unnecessary spending? If I went downtown and found a smokin' hot dress, would I really not buy it? Even if I had no where to wear it to? No-- I have a weakness for colorful, need-to-be- worn, screaming-on-the-hanger, put-me-on and dance-all-night dresses. Something has to be done. I decided I need to teach myself a lesson.
Yes, that's right. Clearly the only thing left for me to do is shadow a homeless person. I mean how better to learn how to curb my spending than from someone that literally can't spend?
Ok, I admit, I am a little apprehensive of just walking up to random homeless people downtown and asking them if we can hang out. Obviously a withstand-able smell and sobriety are two major requirements. But, personal hygiene aside, I'm also a little gun shy because I'm a girl. Does this make sense? I realize that most homeless people are probably very kind and benevolent or at least just living in hobo-la-la land, but I am sure there are also some real whackos out there. That said I would like your help.
If you know, and by know I mean have seen the same homeless people around town, and they seem mostly with it and probably aren't axe murders, please let me know. I am open to traveling to shadow a homeless person as well-- I take my monetary rehabilitation very seriously. Obviously.
Anxiously awaiting your responses, Jildo.
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