“Nothing says give me a break like a slap of a credit card in hand.” The sales lady said.
“Yes,” the others echo while standing in line across the room, sinking into the soles of their bottomless shoes. They wait their turn to choose between heaven and hell, staring at the white walls of wasted should have beens collecting dust on the shelf.
“It’s 20% off.” The sales lady said. “Just give me your card, and you can have whatever you want. It’s easy money. Don’t think about the mortgage or putting your kid through college. You’ve got to live in the now!”
“Greed is good,” the others chant while toeing the line. “God Bless America.”
Oh, say can you see. It’s bad to be thrifty. You need to spend to keep the economy healthy, even if you’re your dying from the dreaded debt disease.
So, cough up the credit card. Forget about the lien against your house. Enjoy the fifty-foot flat screen T.V. with treble and woofer surround sound, before the repo man comes to take it while they’re auctioning off your house.
Live in the now, or you’ll live to regret the what ifs later when reality settles into the butt imprint you left on the couch, where you used to sit and click through 300 stations of crap on your remote control.
You’ve got to live in the now.
Let stress purify your soul. Don’t grow old. Grow mold in your wallet. After all, money is paper. Plastic is gold.