No, it has nothing to do with those brief but annoying monthly visits from Aunt Flo,(although there may be future blogs about that...stay tuned!).
I seem to particularly want to spend money when I have none to spend.
There is always a period of deficit every few weeks when allocated money has been spent on food, gas, bills and other necessities. I usually have little more than $10 which should be preciously tucked into my wallet for those in-between paycheck emergencies like when my oldest has 'special lunch' at school or we have run out of milk.
Instead, that small bit of cash generates a magnetic pull to the nearest thrift store where it will be used to purchase such things as an out-of-print book about vermiculture, or a furry, emerald green, riding cap from the 1960's.
There is something so uplifting yet at the same time slightly guilt-inducing about this practice. It doesn't feel clean and wholesome to raid the family coffers for such frivolity. But that's also why I like it. I find great satisfaction in using my superhero-like eye for detail to scan the store and unearth the treasures. I demonstrate the ultimate, post-modern, hunter-gatherer aptitude.
So, in a twisted way, I am providing for my family, if only because it makes me happy and I always come home with a bounty of gifts to bestow upon them.
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