I said, “Bitch, lea’ me ‘lone, lea’ me loone!”
scene from Disney’s "Sleeping Beauty"…
setting: The cottage in the woods where the three good fairies are secretly raising the cursed Princess Aurora as their "niece", Brier Rose. Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather are busily whisking about the wood cabin in preparation for Briar Rose’s surprise birthday party. Flora (the red fairy) has made a dress, and her playful rival Merryweather (the blue fairy) poses as the dummy so she can take in the measurements.
Merryweather: (gathering up the fabric) "It looks awful."
Flora: "That’s because it’s on you, dear."
I want my money problems to go away. Thankfully, it’s just a matter of time and not a chronic issue, but that’s small consolation. I didn’t put myself in this place through reckless spending, but rather slipped into it through a comedy of errors, good intentions acted out with bad results, and my own half-assed efforts to avoid slipping deeper when I should have kicked myself in the ass on up outta there.
That’s right–I’m using pretty cliches and truck driver conscientiousness to mask over the dirty details of my former apartment rent debacle and attempt to find reason and meaning from it.
I *work* the victim role.
And all I can come up with is, while in college it was my own youthful stupidity and allowance-less childhood that contributed to my obscene credit card spending, this time I had to hit rock bottom to realize how good I have it and how much better I could be doing. No, I’m not going to start donating half my income to the HRC heretofore, but this is a lesson in responsibility for fuck sure. Fucking sucks, too. Did I mention that?
