It’s that time of the year where I need to close out the previous fiscal reporting year of my finances. Depending on what accounts I have, I close it at the end of February or the end of May. Some of this reporting is for annual audits for some of benefits I receive.
Regardless, I put the various accounts in separate piles the scan them into a large PDF file then I send it to my mother for her responsibilities.
Last year, I’ve gone out a lot such as restaurants and fast food joints and many, upon MANY trips to the local Dunkin Donuts, where there I had a crush on one of the girls who worked there. That particular shop closed recently and I don’t know where she was reassigned or left the franchise.
I do know I have many of those receipts in the last 13 or so months. On top of that, factored in the other trips like the pizza joints before I was turned off by one girl that worked at that place where Facebook profile showed party girl status and another girl at another joint appeared to be married, and a little snooty too and the other usual places as well.
I wrote earlier last year about the possible cost of trying to get a girl to like me. This liability also had extended in my general expenses (Gen Ex) such as the local used book store (where that girl was allegedly in a relationship with a bf according to her Facebook profile) the local Savers, often getting things to basically just to hit on them which 99% of the chances were slim to none.
2012 was a year where my spending was totally out of control – only to impress them with zero outcomes.
I’ve never told anyone about my hidden agenda, and previously I had mentioned the possible costs. At that time, I knew I was a little excessive and now I’m seeing the actual damage.
The financial impact of trying to get some acceptance to society can be very costly, and what’s so sick is this can be prevented if people stop making developmentally disabled people being targeted as looser, or ghetto creeps or a looser living in his mother’s attic.
This year I have been more cautious in spending, coming to the realization that no one would want to be in a lifetime relationship of someone suffering with an autistic disorder.
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