I Donâ€™t Get Them
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Contrast.
I donâ€™t get them. But then, maybe Iâ€™m not supposed to. Maybe thatâ€™s a good thing, a miracle.
Sometimes I feel like itâ€™s such a struggle to make sure all the bills are paid and I keep up with all the accounting and bank statements and remember whatâ€™s what and take care of it all. I grew up with the belief Â that the world would end if I didnâ€™t pay a bill. Itâ€™s part of my genetic make-up, Â I Â think. Â I Â still Â canâ€™t Â just Â ask Â for Â a Â first-class stamp from a coworkerâ€”I have to make sure I give them back exact change or more Â for Â a stamp. Bottom line, I pay my bills or I do without.
So far, the Universe has provided more than enough and when itâ€™s come close to short, itâ€™s provided an abundance of ideas, Â resilience, and options that would allow me to do what I need to pay the bills. Not always easy.
So what I just donâ€™t get is how there are so many single men in their 30â€™s, professional Â men with nice clothes and expensive cars, men with no kids, and theyâ€™re broke. I donâ€™t mean they canâ€™t afford a second Â trip to Europe this autumn. No, I mean broke. As in, mortgage Â foreclosure, car repossessed, Â and seriously thinking of declaring bankruptcy. Itâ€™s not that they mean to be irresponsible or that they gamble or drink away Â their income. They just canâ€™t manage their money.
Theyâ€™d love to go out, but they canâ€™t affordÂ gas to come pick me up. These are the young pillars of our community? Knocking down six figures after taxes and bitching about not having the money to buy a new tie? These men make far more money than I do and have nothing to show for it. nothing. These Â men are secretly Â living Â with their parents, for Â Peteâ€™s sake, with their parents feeding them, doing their laundry, and paying their utilities while they live rent-free in the guestroom. Sheesh.
And how do I know their little secrets? Â Funny, but their mommies told me. Their mommies spend too much time venting about wanting their sons to grow up and get their act(s) together. Then they forget theyâ€™ve vented and suddenly Â theyâ€™re Â telling Â meÂ about Â their Â wonderful Â little boys and wouldnâ€™t I like to go out with them.
I think their mommies Â are really just hoping Iâ€™ll take their sons off their hands. But as I said, I donâ€™t get them.