Detach

I was beginning to get very concerned at the rate at which money was leaving my hands. I started thinking twice about every small expenditure, and it became a burden to my nervous system to just be in possession of cash. Mind you, am not in dire financial straits, but this feeling of impecuniousness insisted on its right to dominate my thoughts. Then, in a sudden burst of clarity, I realised that I had every right to spend the money I earned; that the sole purpose of money that was earned was to be spent for whatever purpose I deemed fit; that no matter what I did, money would continue to leave my hands, and that's not wrong; that I am the master of my money, and not the other way round.

When I think about it now, I go, "aaaarrgh, what exactly were you thinking in those moments of needless anxiety, you fool?" After all, I am drawing a not-so-ugly figure - or an ugly figure, depending on whose side you are ;-) - as my monthly emolument, and I have every right to spend it because it's money earned honestly. Well, at least, as honestly as my laziness would permit ;-) Sometimes, I do tend to be ridiculously silly due to the sudden onset of such psychological conditions that can only be properly attributed to paranoia. Whackiness, if you will...