After 44 days of straight blogging, I’m pretty wiped out.
I am so drained of anything funny that I’m searching any and all memories trying to scrounge up something to write about. The truth is, I’m stressed about money. This is incredibly embarrassing but I’m really really low on funds. For the first time in my life.
Obviously I’m not alone. Many are struggling.
Thankfully I can still pay the mortgage, I don’t carry credit balances, etc. But there’s a level of shame associated with being broke that really drives the hilarity right out of me. I become immobilized with sadness and anger.
Now, I’m not in terrible shape, per se. I’m just disappointed that at my age (35), I haven’t yet figured out how to get this part of my life together.
My goal for this site is within two years to be able to generate enough revenue to pay the mortgage. And, I believe I will. Thanks to you I’m fully committed to coming home each night from my job and writing about things like The Girl With The Tiny Squeaker.
I asked my friend and reader Mary what I should write about tonight. She said, “What are you afraid to write about?” I said, “Money.”
When she asked why I wouldn’t write about money, I said that I didn’t want people to know.
But D.J., you wrote about pooping your pants as an adult and how you and your dad had a conversation about pubic grooming!
Yeah, so?
People can’t relate to that! But they can relate to being broke.
Sure – but it’s just sad and not funny.
Well, maybe throw in a good fart joke.
By the way, today I totally shut my office door and blasted like crazy while employees lingered outside. Thankfully nobody came barging in or I would have been fired.
Well, there it is – a fart joke. (that really did happen, though)
It’s hard for me to admit to others what I’m ashamed to admit to myself. The rub is that it always turns out okay when I have the courage to be honest. And I suppose that my readers deserve the truth about what’s going on. You’ve earned it. Now I just have to trust you don’t run away when I get bummed.
Either way, tomorrow I’ll be back with something awesome, like the time I drank a 40oz of Colt45 (technically a 45oz) in McDonald’s with dinner. I was way mature for 18.
FreakazoidBaldwin says:
Dude, I totally get the whole embarressment (Probably wrong spelling) of funds thing… That’s me at the moment. But, and I hope I’m not going to sound annoyingly positive here, things will pick up. I hope anyway, cause that’s what I’m telling myself!
And with the fart in the office thing, my friend’s boyfriend disciplined a member of staff for, get this, farting outside his office and finding it funny! I mean, get a sense of humour or what!
Anyway, extra cool blog you’ve got going on and I’m definitely subscribing, should that be ok!
Sincerely, or something less formal…
Amy
D.J. Paris says:
@FreakazoidBaldwin Wow – you murdered “embarrassment” – that’s kind of an accomplishment. And yes, this too shall pass. I get it. Farting should never be disciplined, by the way. Also, if you can “like” the Facebook page and tell a friend about the site! Then your friends and I can goof on you.
mollyCLE says:
I once tried to write every day for Lent. The fact that I was “doing” something for Lent was mildly funny enough but it got to the point where I had nothing to write about. People seem to think my life is funny everyday. Nope. It became exhausting to come up with something every day to entertain these monkeys! I think I finally broke down and wrote a “I have no clue what I’m doing and I’m broke” post. So, we’ve all been there. At least we know you’re human. I enjoyed it.
Hope Floats says:
Being broke can be funny. When we’re low on funds and just trying to get by from one pay to the next, our attitude changes, and it makes us become a little more creative in the way we look at and utilize the stuff we “need” everyday. I once snuck powdered milk into the house and refilled the milk jug with it. When my daughter asked why the milk tasted like crap I told her they were using different cows…she was 7…kids are dumb. I bought cheaper cat food and suffered the piles of cat vomit daily until the bag was finished. What it cost me in paper towels I could have bought the good cat food. Search for the “funny” it’s definitely there. 🙂