This is not my sticky note. But it COULD be my sticky note. I need this sticky note.
I hate to pay bills. Why? (No, that’s not rhetorical. That’s a real question. Why?!)
It’s not that hard. It’s not rocket science. I’m lucky enough to have a budget and stable income to fund the budget. (I remind myself every day of this luxury.) Everything is set up online. It’s a little typing and some clicking. How hard can that be?
And yet . . . I will avoid it. This makes me feel lazy.
But then I realized, fictional characters do a lot of things, but they don’t actually pay bills unless paying bills gives a character a clue that her husband is cheating or planning her demise. Or the stack of unopened bills is a clue that the character is in financial difficulty and will be forced to pull one last bank job. But we don’t see fictional characters sitting down to pay bills very often. Nope. No fictional characters have to check expense accounts for a husband who travels internationally against an American Express bill. And you know why? PAYING BILLS IS BORING.
Obviously, I’m not alone in my avoidance of bill paying. I take comfort in that and feel marginally less lazy. I didn’t invent the boring game that is “fiscal responsibility.” Putting round pegs in round holes isn’t a great challenge. If it were, writers would be waxing poetic about paying bills. Novels would contain scenes of great bill paying conflict and challenge. They don’t.
It’s official. Paying bills is boring. Now, at least. The early years were a challenge. Those were the square peg, round hole years. I almost remember those years fondly. When I first left home, when I first got married, paying the bills was exciting. Whose names would go in the hat to get paid? Would we be eating anything but tuna until the next payday? Could we see a movie? Was this week finally the week we’d get to eat out? Oh, then it was game. (A life and death game, but there was an uncertainty in the outcome that kept me on my toes and out of stores.) I felt like I’d won the lottery when we had more than two dimes and a dollar to rub together after paying rent, utilities, food and putting gas in the car.
Today I’m happily in the crowd of folks who made it from the shoestring budget of a newlywed to a budget which supports eating out as an inalienable human right. I don’t want to go backward! But I am searching for a way to make me grab the stack of bills and go wild right on schedule twice a month. Maybe if I asked my husband to glue candy to the bills before he put them in the drawer? OPEN ONLY WHEN THE BILL IS PAID.
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