Salaries don't quite seem to keep up with the cost of living, but fortunately, I’m getting pretty good at paring down expenses. I don’t have cable anymore – and I don’t miss it. I rarely go to movies, but as fast as new releases go to DVD, it’s only a few months’ wait. No car payments either, does help to have an almost 13-year-old car, but its doctor visits can be a real bitch (of which I have one tomorrow; that’s another blog.)
Since this is about spending hard-earned money, I had plans to spend a little of it this weekend.
But today, I started to think I shouldn’t go. I could use the money on more practical things, you know, like gas and groceries. And there are those people who might it impractical and not a wise financial choice to attend a con.
Whaaa … ?
Where was THIS coming from? My guess is the combination of very little sleep the last few nights and work stress has addled my brain.
And that’s EXACTLY why I need to go to Crypticon.
Reality has been migraine-inducing as of late, and if anyone needs a temporary escape from it and hang out with some fun, warped, cool, like-minded people, it’s me.
And fuck what anyone thinks. Life is so short; I can’t pass up an opportunity to have a great time. I won’t spend much, which won’t be hard as I’m not a materialistic person. I collect experiences, not things.
And what better place to collect great experiences than at a con? I can’t think of any.