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35. she/her. enjoying the little things
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idk where I was going with this, I've gotten way too yappy as I've gotten older. I'm very lucky to have enough money to spend on things I like now. Definitely not everyone else is; even more so these days.

This whole chat also reminds me that I hope there are "Going Home" centers in the future.
There's not really much happiness in this world to start off with.
It doesn't look like there's much of a future.
Like most people, I work a job I don't enjoy.
And who would want to have a family in this economy?
So might as well live until I die.
That was a bit of a wake up call.

I still had savings, retirement, etc, but I started spending money more often.

I didn't want to end up like that.
My step-grandfather during this time passed away. He was really stingy with money. We'd sweat in the summer. Cheap as cheap could be. He retired and had a stroke soon after.

All the money he saved for so many years, went into his rehab, and then his nursing home. And then he passed away.
The minimalist living in my 20s. All I needed was my computer.
Once, I ate almost nothing but ramen for a month to get something I wanted.
Buying things on clearance if I needed something (unless I couldn't.)
I woke up.
I do waste money.
The things that I could never dream of having as a kid, I can now.
I don't have to wear dollar store or ill fitting clothes.
I can eat more than one meal a day.
I don't have to worry about cold water in winter cause the gas was shut off cause I can't pay.
Did they put them in my purse somehow as they walked past?
Was it the guy I helped with something earlier?
Were they in my house?
There was another piece of paper with the tickets,
"It must be nice to have so much money to waste."
I started panicking and digging my stuff out of my purse to find my credit cards to put a hold on them.
In my purse were the betting tickets with someone else's name on it.
This person somehow had physical access to my stuff at some point.
I had a bad dream.
Someone bought thousands of dollars of some kinda betting ticket with my card.
I was at some kinda place with food, games, claw machines.
As I was playing a machine, an employee came up and asked about the betting tickets.
No, I don't buy those.
got jumpscared by a tiny lizard in the bathroom again
hopefully it lives a happy lizard life outside now
I love the Dr Strange vibe
lab rat for Goldberg machines
Love talking to the shades in the Crossroads
caffeine my beloved