Dear Economy

Dear Economy,

I admit it’s been a long time since I’ve thought of you, let alone written you.  You were just a textbook phrase said with a roll of the eye – “supply and demand” is all I retained.  Now – you seem like the root of all my problems. When did this happen? Every time I eavesdrop, I mean “listen,” someone says your name with a sigh or grunt.  My friends and family say that things will get better once you get better.  Will you please suck it up and get better?  I’ve even started using your name in vain and I don’t really know who you are to me. But it’s gotten to the point that I blame you for things I’m sure you don’t mean to be a part of.  Last night the electricity went out and I screamed bloody murder at you.  When I ate that extra taco, and I really shouldn’t have, I thought to myself, “that damn economy!”  As I sit here and type to you and my Hamlet presentation sits untouched, I know it’s not truly your fault, but maybe slightly, so to you I say:

STOP MAKING ME CRANKY!

Deeply and truly eating chocolate and blaming it on stress caused by you,

Annabel

Tags: economy, stress, stress eating