rotten, or in the vernacular, it stinks. Interesting how you can succeed at something, but still feel badly because you fail at something else.
Personal finance makes me feel like a failure; that would be because I've done so poorly in this subject. How does someone accrue sufficient financial cushion to feel comfortable or safe? I ask 'cause I don't know. Since I don't know guess I have nothing else to say on that subject.
Except that it affects everything else in your life.
These questions require mental gymnastics to handle; pretty damn hard to stay up when you're feeling low. This is how I developed my singular personal philosophy, "fake it til you make it." Didn't originate with me, but I'm pretty good at it.
You develop a social veneer, you adopt adequate attitude to support the veneer and you keep it up. And, by golly, sometimes it works. It's also exhausting.
I'd like to try complete honesty with someone about my mistakes, foibles, blunders, screw ups, etc. But a wise person told me once, "Don't tell people your troubles; 80% don't care and 20% are glad you're having them." Yeah, that seems grim. So far I've spared others and me from a complete unveiling; probably the best choice. Besides you gotta trust people to tell all.
Anyway, back to an earlier issue; finances came back into focus and it may be that I want to sell my house (yeah, that may seem not a good idea in this economy, but may not hurt to try). That will require physical and mental efforts to get my humble abode buyer ready; and those things will make it better. Gee, working on something important might make me better.
And I don't think it'll seem like 'busy' work, just trying to fill up time. I'm spending a good deal of time currently, with little to show as a return. I think honest toil could be a good treatment for ennui.
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