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I’ve been saving money ever since I was 15—just tucking it away whenever I can so I can buy whatever I want.
Most of the time we're talking small amounts, maybe like fifty bucks here and there, up to maybe $2,000 at most.
So, I had this sudden realization that maybe I should actually open a real savings account at a bank. After doing a little digging online, I decided I wanted to go with Wells Fargo. Now I'm just wondering what the actual process looks like. My mom went ahead and asked her sister—who works at the local Post Office—about it, and she mentioned something about needing some kind of paperwork to prove my parents won't just swoop in and grab my savings, blah blah blah... honestly, I didn't really follow all that part, and my parents aren't even making a big deal out of it. I actually promised them I'd cover the gas and bus fare if we have to head into town just so they can help me get this account opened. 😁 I am dead serious about this. So yeah, does anyone know the procedure?
Eric Collins5 said:Alright, here is a transcript of an article I wrote for Reddit regarding my attitude toward physical objects and memories.
Quincy: I purge absolutely everything:
My call log on my phone—(daily, multiple times a day, including texts and calls).
Text messages—(immediately after reading them; plus, I have my settings configured so it never saves my sent messages or even displays read receipts).
Unknown numbers that have called me.
Honestly, I can’t wait until I haven't heard from someone who has my number—but whom I don't want having it—long enough that I can finally delete them from my device. Perhaps it's just a subconscious hope that they’ve done the exact same thing.
Browser history on my computer—I click through it repeatedly to ensure every single trace is wiped (multiple times a day).
Emails and photos I’ve glanced at once that won't be needed again (actually, I'm just waiting for the moment they cease being useful so I can delete them).
And after all that, I always go straight to the Recycle Bin to permanently delete everything.
My inbox on Reddit; I clear it the very second I reply to a PM.
Old photos of myself and people I will never see again (I’ve always been this way; once, while I was in high school, I tossed some childhood photos in the trash, and my mother nearly murdered me for it).
It might be unrelated, but I peel off all those non-original labels from products.
Old SIM cards—I never kept them; whenever I changed my number, I’d destroy them. On top of that, I wouldn't give the new number to anyone I didn't want having it, nor would I save their numbers in my new contacts. I’ve changed my number several times just to make a clean break when someone I didn't want contacting me ended up with my digits.
Gifts I received from women I used to date—I regularly discard or destroy them once the relationship ends (😠😠 like that beautiful Zippo lighter I got back when I used to smoke; why wouldn't my parents or some relative I'm forced to maintain contact with have given it to me? Now, it's sitting at the bottom of the Chesapeake Bay).😠😠😠 |
I also occasionally get this feeling that something (bad) will happen if, for example, I don't count the letters of some random word I've conjured in my head right now.
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I am burdened by hand-washing compulsions. Every time I'm out in the yard and I toss something directly into a large trash can (like an ice cream stick, for instance), I feel a sense of revulsion at the thought of even touching the bin. I'll use the stick itself to lift the lid just so I can quickly drop the item in without touching the cover. Once, I lifted the lid too far, and it leaned against the wall, so I had to kick the bin just to get the lid to fall back into place.
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Do I even need to mention that every single time I successfully toss trash into the bin, I immediately run off to wash my hands?
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There is more to it, but nothing else comes to mind right now... 🤔
Oh, and I am quite an introvert, but I don't have any trouble functioning in life. In fact, I feel like I resolve problems and dilemmas much better than most people; specifically, I don't get caught up in the kinds of messes people usually cook up for themselves.
My question is, what on earth am I actually looking at?
Thanks.
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I'm just not seeing why you threw a lighter into the Chesapeake Bay?