I stood on the corner of State and Magnolia staring down at the little coin purse in my hands. It still brandished the price tag on its vinyl front. As if emblazoned with a scarlet letter, the handwritten price was plain for all to see - $12. I couldn’t spend $12 on a coin purse I didn’t even like that much! The smell of fresh rain falling on dry cement filled my nose as I listened to the cars rushing by me, their tires made louder by the puddles forming along the curb, as the voice in my head continued its attacks. What’s wrong with you? You’re so irresponsible. Are…
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In moments of adversity, look to the fridge!
Don’t hear me wrong. I’m not saying I’ve taken up the task of becoming a rude insensitive jerk, just because I can. I’m not trying to swing so far to the other side of the spectrum that I fulfill some sort of reverse prophecy. What I am interested in though, is not letting the opinions of others sway my thoughts and actions (and in-actions) so often.
