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I'm still not really sure what's going on but look, I'm typing with my eyes closed.
I was a little strapped for cash yesterday and needed a little money to make it from Tauranga back to Hamilton, so asked my Mum if she happened to have any petrol vouchers lying around.
She did, as it turns out. I felt a little guilty asking for money (or its equivalent), but my guilt soon dissipated when she informed me the petrol voucher had been sitting in her glove box for ten years.
I don’t think she’ll miss it.
Now I feel like I’ve gone and spent a family heirloom or something.
When I’m under stress, I end up retreating to my own little world a lot of the time.
This week has been particularly stressful, with a whole lot of assignments to work on and another whopping power bill that apparently has something to do with our hot water cylinder heating the water too hot. My flatmate has said to me several times this week “you seem really out of it, Melissa.”
And I am. When there’s all this pressure to get all the schoolwork out of the way and to pull money out of nowhere, every little thing that’s slightly inconvenient sends me into an inner downward spiral. Outwardly I look peaceful, but it’s only because my mind has gone on vacation.
I never really realised that until now.
In my final year at high school I found a cellphone that somebody had accidentally left behind on the bus. Being the responsible young woman that I was, I texted the guy’s mother to let her know her son had left his phone on the school bus. She asked me to get in touch with the boy’s girlfriend, as she went to my school. I did, and we arranged to meet up after our first class.
Seizing the opportunity while we could, my friend Janine and I spent the whole of that class filling his phone with silly photos of ourselves. I had crutches at the time because I had torn the cartilage in my knee, so when we set one of the photos as his wallpaper it showed me pretending to shoot Janine with the end of the crutch.
We were very pleased with ourselves when we gave the phone to that girl afterwards.
P.S I must be a super good person, because as well as giving that phone back, I once found $75 just lying on the ground and took it in to the school office. Tooting my own horn here but man, I’m great.
I’ve written before about a few would you rather situations my flatmate put to me, and how I and my other flatmate would handle them. Well, we’ve been at it again. Today’s question: would you rather go entirely bald for the rest of your life and be a billionaire? Or would you rather keep your hair and turn down the many squillions of dollars you could have had?
I’m afraid to say I simply don’t know the answer to this one.
On the one hand I’d have money for Africa – literally. Think of all the good I could do with that. Y’know, once I’d paid off my student loans (and probably the loans of everybody in my class), bought myself a nice house, bought my boyfriend his dream car, given all my loved ones enough to live comfortably for the rest of their lives, and maybe build a whole bunch of houses and earn money off rent payments. I couldn’t see myself letting billions of dollars sit idly in my bank account growing interest like an expensive mold. I couldn’t imagine having everything I need in life, seeing all the places I want to see and doing all the things I want to do, and then keeping all my money happily locked away, never to see the light of day. Think about the lives I could change. Think about the people who can barely get by, or whose children go to school hungry (granted that may sometimes come down to parenting).
But on the other hand, I’d be bald.
After all my money troubles lately, things are finally starting to look up for me.
My flatmate and I should be getting the bond back from our old house in the next couple of days, which we’ve been chasing the rental managers about for the last few months now. As well as that, I’ve just discovered that my Dad opened a bank account for me when I was a kid, and I never knew about it. It had about a hundred bucks sitting in it, which is a nice surprise for a poor student.
And I found ten cents on the ground.
Woot! It’s a good day.
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