Feeling stupid! in A small but passable life.

I’ve always known that I wasn’t the smartest person in the world, but at the same time I was certain that I possessed a little common sense.

The day before yesterday proved me wrong.

It all started after I’d finished my morning coffee and reading for the morning. I was sitting here trying to decide what’s next for the day. And then the land line phone rang.

Five hours, four Uber rides and a final short trip on the scooter found me standing in front of a bitcoin machine in a convenience store with knapsack full of cash, a QR code on my phone that had been texted to me and some guy on the phone saying he would walk me through the process of paying what I owed.

I remember standing there and thinking to myself- “This makes no fucking sense!”

Plus, the machine had warnings on it saying don’t do what whoever on the phone was telling me to do.

I said into the phone- “This isn’t going to happen.”

I hung up the phone and went home. The landline and my cell phone hasn’t rang since.

And now I have a massive pile of twenty dollar bills in the fire safe. Let’s now call that a cash stash for the apocalypse. I guess everyone needs a when the shit hits the fan stash!

Sure, I’m feeling pretty fucking stupid, but not as stupid as I would’ve if I’d watched my money disappear into a machine that looks like something from a Black Mirror set.

Nevermind the fee the check cashing place charged me! That is all the debacle cost me. And well, the Uber rides. And a little bit of feeling stupid and gullible.

I’m going to blame it on not being able to hear so good on the phone, a little bit of pent up boredom, and the months of confusion of clearing Mom’s estate and always wondering if something important had been forgotten, like that credit card Mom had that no one knew about and that she owed thousands on.

Or . . . maybe I’m just losing my fucking mind. Dementia?

So, my plan of action is to give all the money that I’ve received from Mom’s estate to my daughter. I didn’t have that money before Mom died, why would I need it now?

Get rid of it before something happens to it.

All I want is a place to sit, books, and the peace to read them.