The Universe taught me a lesson today.
Oh, hi, nice to see you all - sorry I've been away so long.
Today I decided to cancel a couple of credit cards that I have sitting around. I've come to understand, at the tender age of 47, that it's not good for one's credit rating to have empty cards sitting about. I've never had a very good head for those sorts of things. But one thing I absolutely hate, in deep, dark, unfathomable ways, is sitting and waiting on hold and listening to the awful (and that's coming from me who tries to appreciate all) music and the intermmitent assurances that your call is important, and would you like to try this product and then when you talk to someone, they inevitable try to sell you something you absolutely don't need.
Especially if you're trying to cancel your account.
So today, I smoked a bunch of weed, got Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 (about which I'm having a couple of interesting thoughts) on the TV, and made the calls.
I didn't get a chance to watch any of it. Both HBC and PC Financial simply (that's a pun) asked me for some information and then said thanks. I actually thanked both of the people profusely, as this sort of transaction is something that causes me stupid amounts of anxiety. Really dumb amounts.
I cried a little after the second call, when I realized that the shitty expectations I had of these interactions came from inside my head, from me, and not from anywhere else.
I've let the project slide for the last month or so. I'm behind, not even sure what day I'm on. One of the things on my list for this week is to try to catch up. We'll see. Sage has given me four volumes of Chainsaw Man to read, a series they liken to Morrison's seminal Doom Patrol. Intrigued.
So I'm going to go watch the rest of GoGv2, a grand Cthuloid romp if ever there was one, and reflect on the fact that expecting the worst out of everything is a terrible way to be.
More to follow...?
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