| Current mood: |  drained |
| Current music: | Come What May - Nicole Kidman & Ewan McGregor |
Gomenasai
I spent a lot today, but before I let you go about telling me that I shouldn't be complaining, allow me to inform you that I did not spend seventy-two bucks, I spent four-hundred twelve. More than eighty percent of my weekly allowance and much more than two-hunderd percent of my weekly budget. I suppose that's enough for me to earn the right to state such a scandalous claim?
But yeah. I really shouldn't be complaining. Because I spent a little less than ten percent of today's spending for a good cause. And there's really nothing wrong with spending on charity, is there? Not that I'm trying to save money for myself in the first place. I wouldn't call it charity, but it's close. And unfortunately due to what economists call imperfect information, which I do not have the energy to correct, I am a selfish villain who complains about having dissaved for a good cause. Despite the fact that all this time I was saving for a cause that, to me, is just as equally good.
I may not even be able to help with the infinitestimal sum of money I've saved up, relative to the amount my family needs. That is why I've been thinking of studying Excel and Anova (or was that Enova?) to attempt working over the summer as a research assistant, which pays a hell lot more than what I'm getting now (from my allowance). You might have thought I wasn't being serious and you're wrong. But let's forget about it.
I was wrong too, I'm always wrong so I don't really have any right to tell you you're wrong.
And most of the time, you're not. Do believe I'm not being sarcastic.
Anyway.
As much as I am allowing myself to move so messily out of topic, despite all the rules in English prose about organization, I am as equally sorry for arguing with you. You were right. There is nothing wrong with giving away fifty measely pesos for that poor boy's family. And it was such a trivial thing to raise my voice at you for.
I'll confess though, [if you will allow me to present one last excuse for my behavior] that my faulty receptiveness has caused me to fail understanding your point until you bluntly explained it to me when the damage was nearly complete. If I had picked up on it a minute or two before, I probably wouldn't have kept insisting that my side had basis.
See, so in the end it really was my fault. And you were right all along. And I should have just shut my mouth. I'm sorry.