Frank Flores63
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joined Aug 2016
If I’m looking for some guidance on which direction to take my life, or if I need someone to help untangle the mental fog I find myself in, I go see my therapist, have a deep conversation, and—well, I pay them.
If my goal is to look better or just feel more comfortable in my own skin, I make an appointment with my dermatologist to get some Botox or maybe load up on dermal fillers—and again, there's a bill at the end.
If I want to mend things with my niece and actually build a real bond, I have to be kind to her, spend quality time together, take her out for ice cream, hit up an amusement park or a haunted house, and buy her those trendy jeans or a new iPhone. So, once more, I need money.
Even if I just want to pack it all in, head to the airport, and disappear for a few days, I still need the cash for flights, hotels, and food.
Even a simple trip to a nearby state park to listen to the birds chirping requires gas and a car, which, predictably, costs money.
My dog brings me so much joy, but that dog needs food, medical care, and regular checkups at the vet, all of which require payment.
What can I even say? Money is inextricably linked to almost everything that makes me happy. It’s woven into the very fabric of a fulfilling life, and honestly, trying to fight against that reality seems completely pointless.