I was in the bathroom the other day (erm, as you do) and the above question came up. I didn’t think it, I didn’t ask it – it just came.
Since then, it’s been floating round my head — and as recurring as the question has been, I don’t have an answer.
That’s ok for now.
Me? Scared of money?
I know the answer isn’t ‘No’ ‘cos if it was, I feel I’d have a better relationship with money and have more of it.
Well if the answer ain’t ‘No’, then, duh, it’s ‘Yes’ then…
…well, for some reason, I’m reluctant to go with that even though I know that’s the likely answer.
Am I asking the wrong question to start with?
Well, if I asked it, then maybe. But I didn’t. The question, erm, asked the question.
One thing I do know…
…is that the question is important. I feel/think it is. To me. (for some reason, I’ve got this image of a question mark wearing a feathered hat tipped to the side like a pimp).
I wanted to put the same question out to y’all. Are you scared of money? Do you think you are? It’s cool if you’ve never thought about it or can’t answer it. I can’t at the mo’.