Today has been slightly more productive than the past few days. I have not felt like doing anything. I have still not done my laundry or cleaned, but I finally went on a walk after I have been talking about it for over a week. My neighbor has this big red dog that barks a lot and is not kept on a leash. So when I went on my walk the dog followed me barking and growling. It was annoying. So while I was walking I listened to the Dave Ramsey podcast. I listen to his podcast usually a few times a week. His podcast kind of depresses me. There is this part of the podcast where people talk about how they got out of debt using the Dave Ramsey program. They usually have some tear filled story like “Me and my wife did not know what to do. We were $30,000 dollars in debt due to student loans and car payments. (Cue tears) We were at wits end and tired of being strapped with debt. Though the grace of God and our church we found Dave Ramsey. Though his system we were able to pay off $30,000 in three years making 120,000 dollars a year.” Really? I am glad they were able to get out of debt but boo-hoo-hoo. It is really hard for me to be sympathetic for some of the people that call in to the show. Best case scenario for me would be getting a job paying $10 dollars an hour. This would be a livable wage, except I have so much student loan debt. At this rate my grand-kids would be dead and buried before I could ever pay it off. I know that it is my fault for getting a degree in Sociology and now I wish I would have gotten a degree in anything else, but I was 18 years old and had no clue what I wanted to do with my life. 95% of the people that are in debt on the Dave Ramsey show have student loan debt. If this is not a sign that the higher education system is overpriced to the point of extortion, than I don’t know what it.
After my walk, feeling motivated I went to the Dollar Store to buy birthday cards for my mom and step dad. Both of their birthdays are coming up in the next week. The Dollar Store was surprisingly busy for midday on a Thursday. I really don’t like doing to crowed places; it causes me anxiety but it was a long drive so I felt obligated to go in. So, I went to the card section and I was looking at cards and this old lady turns to me and says “This card is in the wrong place it; it belongs over there.” I hate when people I don’t know talk to me in public. I never know what to say and get very anxious. I ended up muttering something like “that sucks.” Then there was this little kid pushing a cart down the aisle with this mother. I was on one side of the aisle looking at a card and the old lady was on the other side of the aisle a little bit further down reading a card. This kid had plenty of space to go down the aisle but he hit me with the cart. I was not hurt but the mother did not say anything to me; she just yells at the kid” I told you; you need to stop hitting people with that cart.” Really? How rude. This is why I am not a people person.