Let's shine a personal light on the economic crisis. I want to talk about those of us who studied our asses off in school and volunteered at soup kitchens and donated to greenpeace. Where is my bailout? What's the deal... I mean I can't even enjoy the new Obamic World Order right now because I can't friggin afford cable TV. It's been a goddamn emotional rollercoaster:
Fear
Am I supposed to move home with Mom again? Who's going to feed and educate my kid? Could I possibly qualify as a decent bride with my sub-prime FICO?
Pride
It's clear I can't survive this crap on my own. If I hear one more "I-Told-You-So" it's gonna be on and popping. It's just about enough of a challenge right now to write a profanity-free-vent-blog.
Frugality
Thankfully, right now I can rely on God and my college-days ramen and day old bread survival strategy. The thrift-store and craft nut I used to be has resurfaced, so I'm finding and making the things that I need. Most Americans have lost touch with their Dustbowl Skills, so shouldn't I be thanking my frikin lucky stars??
Fatigue
I'm tired of listening to myself bitch about this. Besides, it's starting to sound like a warped version of the 7 deadly sins. I'm open to any advice regarding coping in tough times, because I've just about depleted my positive-thinking library.
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