I'm usually the most frugal person ever. I only buy what I absolutely need. But every once in a while, my strict self-discipline backfires and a little part of me rebels. Lately I've been going through one of those phases. I blame it on the fact that normally, I only buy what I absolutely need because I only have enough money to buy what I absolutely need, whereas lately, I've been working a little more than usual and I actually have extra money. After months of telling myself, "No, Haley, you can't have that bag of chips because you might overdraw your checking account," something inside me has just snapped. I'm going to have that bag of chips, and not Buddha or Wells Fargo or my sense of propriety is going to stop me.
It's not that I'm some frivolous person who buys designer handbags on a whim. The things I want are inexpensive. The only problem is, I still can't really afford them.
This erratic behavior has been going on for about three weeks now. I've also splurged on two chrysanthemum plants, a daisy that I literally bought out of pity because it had been abandoned in the wrong section of Lowe's, a walking stick (solid hickory!), a delivery pizza, and a sock monkey hat and matching scarf from work.
In my defense, I got a compliment on that sock monkey hat last night, and I'm pretty sure it was only half sarcastic.
When word spreads that I've lost my grip on reality, squandered all my money on candy corn, and moved back in with my parents, this post should answer a lot of questions.