I’ve learned that it’s common for INTPs to suffer extended periods of impecuniousness. This is certainly true of me in that… I must account for my indigence before some serious and sober members of the establishment.
I’ve learned recently that it’s common for INTPs to suffer extended periods of impecuniousness. This is certainly true of me in that the results of such penuriosity mean that matters have now taken a legal bent, so to speak, and I must account for my indigence before some serious and sober members of the establishment. The council is taking me to court. The only thing that can stop this now is payment, in full, of an impossible amount of Council Tax. I say impossible because the amount demanded is, in percentage terms, infinite. This is a long-winded way of saying that my income is rated at (mathematically speaking) bugger all.
Actually, this blog post has taken so long to write, that – between the last paragraph and this – the court date has been and gone (with me in absentia), and I must – on top of the impossible amount of tax – also pay court costs.
Let us now add to that the unpaid costs of water, electricity, and the reimbursement to Her Majesty’s Revenue And Customs of a substantial assumed-excess of Tax Credits, and we have a grand total of one metric shitload.
And rent. I’m behind on my rent by at least two months. This is not as good as it sounds.
Naturally, instead of trying to resolve these financial oversights, I’m writing this blog instead.
It would be wrong, though, to assume that I don’t take the situation seriously. I am fully aware of the possibility of having to doss on a park bench. Fortunately, this can’t happen because, as luck would have it, there aren’t any parks where I live. A ditch full of brambles will therefore be my residence, once matters come to a head.
My apparent lack of concern is explained by a sort of resignation. I am what I am and I do what I do and I neglect what I neglect. No conscious effort will alter that.
There will be further updates when (that is, if) I get round to it.
(Just as I was putting the finishing touches to this ramble, my mobile phone rang. Yet another creditor. I didn’t answer.)