i recall being given a gift certificate to an expensive men’s store while in college and having an anxiety attack at the thought of spending the gift certificate. This was prior to ebay when such items could be readily liquidated so one could stock rice and beans.
i’m pretty sure i wouldn’t get angry at my wife post-purchase. I’m pretty good at resigning myself to my fate once the die is cast.
it’s just, dang, I’ll be paying a million bucks with interest into my 70s for this place. as long as the govt promises not to let the deflationary spiral of my nightmares take this thing down to nothingness, where it all should be, really, I won’t cry inside…
