I have just $1200 left to pay on one of my credit card bills. I recently moved the majority of the balance to a different card that won’t collect balance until next July. The rest of the balance is collecting interest, however, making it nearly impossible to pay it all off. I need only sell this quilt and the balance will be at zero. There’ll be nothing left to pay. My stress and anxiety will drop dramatically.
Stress and anxiety take a heavy toll on my epilepsy, lowering the already very low seizure threshold. This means my seizures are more easily triggered. It also messes with my mental illnesses, especially my severe general anxiety disorder and PTSD.
My “favorite” part of growing up/being poor is when you have some disposable income, even like 10 or 20 bucks, and deciding to splurge on yourself or even doing something unnecessary outside of base survival (Ie: Instead of getting a lot of cheap processed food “splurging” on a night out like bowling or going out to eat)
and then the moment it’s over or right before you click checkout, you get hit with this deep feeling of guilt and shame as you realize what that money could have gone towards. Or when later, always inevitably, you are in desperate need of money you can recall every “wasted” cent you spent.
It’s really disgusting that while I feel guilt over buying something as simple as a face mask, someone else can lose millions in the stock without even noticing.
it really is disgusting that things like bill gates not knowing the price of bread is endearing while me for once in my life placing the quality of life over survival is seen as living outside of my means. That living within your means is just code for just existing as a tool to make others money.
The world’s tiniest dragon must defend his hoard, a single gold coin, from those who would steal it.
Suggestion: The dragon’s definition of “steal” is somewhat loose. It still allows the coin to be used and bartered and change hands–but on one condition: the dragon must be with it at all times.
They become a familiar sight in the marketplace.
“Here’s your change, ma’am. One gold piece.” The merchant holds out a palm, on top of which rests a tiny, brilliantly colored creature clutching a single gold coin.
“That’s a dragon,” you say dumbly. “One piece… and a dragon.”
“Yes.”
You cautiously reach out and attempt to take your change. You tug. It holds. You tug harder. The dragon lets loose a tiny, protective growl.
“Ma’am–no, ma’am, you have to take the dragon, too.”
“Sorry?”
The seller notes your dubious expression. “Not from around here, are ya?” They shrug. “Them’s the rules. Take the coin, take the dragon.”
They wait expectantly. Wondering how the world has so suddenly gone mad, you slowly, slowly hold out your hand.
The dragon perks right up. It scampers from their palm to yours with the coin clamped in its jaws and scales your sleeve with sharp little claws.
“Have a nice day, ma’am,” the merchant says. “Spend him soon, now, you hear? At another booth, if you can. He likes to travel.”
From its perch upon your shoulder, the dragon lets out a happy trill.
Bonus: the coin eventually passes to the rogue in a group of travelling adventurers. The dragon becomes the mascot of the entire group, and they lay out a small pile of coins for him to sleep on every night, clutching his coin like a teddy bear.
I’m a 24 year old gay Turkish citizen. In my country the army enforces males who are of age to serve in the military for a minimum of 6 months. This period includes both physical training and military education.
Based on the facts that I am gay, a person who suffers from panic disorder and depression, I do not wish to ever put myself in a situation where my panic attacks can be triggered or based on my sexuality, I could be beaten by other troop members.
There is a way to avoid the army service. So, according to the laws, people of LGBTQA+ community are considered to have a “Psycho-sexual Disorder” and if they prove their “ilness” they can avoid the service. To be able to have this diagnosis you have to see several doctors and visit several hospitals. Going through a lengthy process to obtain that both humiliates the person and outs them to their relatives. This process involves several tests, two committee hearings which involve several psychiatrists and army members being present and one 1st degree family speaking to the doctors. Moreover, it creates problems when a person wants to work later in life, because companies or employers often request a document to make sure you are not an escapee from the army. And this document can out a person, effectively ruining their chances of getting employed considering Homophobia is extraordinarily rampant in Turkey. Above all, at the end of this process a person is left diagnosed “sick”, outted and spiritually tired, their future destroyed.
I dont want to be diagnosed “SICK” because of my sexuality.
Therefore, my only option is to raise money to pay the fee of 15.000 Turkish Liras which roughly makes 3200 dollars to avoid going to the Army. It is called “Military Service by Payment.” When I reach my goal and make the payment, I will post receipts.
Normally, you cannot pay to avoid Army Service. But the government comes up with a payment program every 5 to 10 years to give people a chance to pay a fee to avoid their Army Service.
Call it luck, or Mariah Carey’s skinniness, this year there is a program and I qualify for the age requirement.
The only requirement I do not meet, is the fact that I have no job, even if I did I could not possibly save up that amount of money and I am coming from a poor family.
I cannot buy my freedom from the army because I am a poor person.
Therefore I need the help of allies and my fellow LGBTQA+ members.
shoutout to the unsung heroes of vine, the ones who allowed the magic to happen: the employee who arranged the fre sha voca do letters, the road construction worker who put out the road work ahead sign, the folks who hosted the party where wrow happened…. let us not forget those who put the pieces in place to give us the gifts we have today
