Recently, I’ve been noodling about the times in my life I’ve been the most miserable. (This is a super helpful, non-therapist-approved exercise to convince myself Life Is Great/We’re Going to Make It Through This Year If It Kills Us; much like how my mother read the Gulag Archipelago while giving birth to my big-headed brothers and me.)
Here’s what I’ve landed on:
- First major breakup (I am dramatic, this was just primed for me to be deliciously morose).
- Two weeks at sleepaway camp every summer from ages 8 to 13. My parents were convinced I loved camp, but I white-knuckled my way through it every year, taking approximately one and a half poops and making very few friends the entire time. [I was prickly and sullen and did things like accusing my bunkmate of stealing my Gatorade (she didn’t, I probably just drank it and forgot).]
- Third grade, when my mom had cancer. Probably? I don’t actually remember being particularly unhappy, it was just a long slog and I got very tired of the chicken and brownies everyone brought over. If you’re making food for a Family of Cancer, DON’T BRING OVER CHICKEN AND BROWNIES, it will be the fifth time they’ve eaten that this week and it will put them off brownies for life.
- Nov. 9 through current, natch.
- Age 22, just out of college, broke beyond my own comprehension.
Point No. 5 led me to write a Forbes article about being broke and dumb with money in your 20s, which published today. You can check it out here. Please enjoy my admission to shoplifting a toilet plunger from a Taco Bell within the first paragraph. Form an orderly queue, ladies.
It has some good tips from people better at money than myself, as well as a few that I have picked up through osmosis after years of editing articles about personal finance.
I wanted to give a little more background in a non-nationally syndicated news outlet to the many stupid financial decisions I made in my early-to-mid 20s here.