A van, driving towards me, dangerously overtook a cyclist. I muttered a few curses at the driver, and my dormant dislike of the van drivers came shooting up.
As the driver went past, I saw his face. I know him. He’s a lovely guy, with the friendliest dog I know – a lovely border collie named Butler.
I like the guy. I hated the van driver.
I should talk to him about the incident. I will not. We don’t talk about unpleasant things in society.
He didn’t harm anyone. He’s a pleasant guy. I really love this dog.
He didn’t hurt anyone. But he could have looked someone. Some day, he might.
I should talk to him. I won’t.
I’m ashamed. I’ll get over it.
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Money may change everything, as Cyndi Lauper sang. But lack of money definitely ruins everything.
Financial impotence casts a pall of misery. It keeps you up at night and makes you not want to get up in the morning. It forces you to recede from the world. It eats at your sense of self-worth, your confidence, your energy, and, worst of all, your hope. It is ruinous to relationships, turning spouses against each other in tirades of calumny and recrimination, and even children against parents…
Financial insecurity is associated with depression, anxiety, and a loss of personal control that leads to marital difficulties…
My Secret Shame, in The New Yorker
Continue reading Money. Shame… Death?