My previous post had my waxing lyrically about the state of my credit rating.
And guess what I got in the mail today?
Citibank offering me a $10,000 limit increase (that’s on TOP of the $6,500 I currently have) and platinum card to replace my existing gold.
American Express offering me a $6,000 limit increase (on top of the $4,000 I currently have).
Westpac (that’s an Australian Bank) offering me quote – discount – unquote (and yes while you read that, have the vision of me doing air quotes) car loans.
I don’t think this has anything to do with my credit score actually getting better. I think (and yes it’s crazy of me to think this, if you want sane, don’t read this blog. Pineapple. *facial twitch*) that they are monitoring this blog and making sure that in those times when I seem to be doing well, or that I am about to do well, they send me all these things to tempt me out of frugality into the hot, pleasurable but ultimately deadly, hot-tub of debt.
So to all those credit card companies out there:
Dear Credit Card Companies/Financial Institutions/Lenders of all sorts.
Yes, I was dazzled by you when I was young. You lured me into your web of seduction, with hot wet whispers of suits, books, dvd’s and computer games. The thrill of instant gratification.
Your girlish giggle, gave me goosebumps, as we shopped to our hearts content. The vigorous rubbing you got, from all those cash registers and cashiers, made you squeal in endless delight. And yes, back then, I thought this sexy. I thought that such behaviour made you a free spirit, not shackled by the conventions of society.
But now, I’ve come to realise the truth.
You didn’t love me for me. It was all a lie.
You were with me because of all the places I took you. That revolving restaurant in Sydney, the Louis Vuitton shop at the Rocks, the hotel in Madrid, that sweet little patisserie in Paris.
But that’s all over now. I’ve learned my lesson. I don’t want you in my life anymore.
And while I can’t make a clean break yet, there will come a time when I can look at you square in the eye and say “I don’t need you anymore” and hopefully sometime after I’ve left you behind be able to say to myself, “I don’t WANT you anymore”.
It’s going to be a long hard battle. So please, stop sending me your letters promising me more and more and more and more! I know you can give me everything you’ve promised, but it’s just too much price to pay for the transient happiness that you provide.
And yes, this isn’t all your fault. I’m big enough to admit that. It takes two to tango as they say. Maybe, down the road, there may be a future for us, but I’ll need to grow up a whole lot more before I let you become an active part of my life again.
But I guess whatever happens, we’ll always have Paris. 🙂