rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Damn You, Cellulose!

My paper is in chaos. I can never find what I'm looking for. There's more paper all the time, too, carrying various bits of information I'd never remember if it wasn't written down. The problem is finding the right bit of paper when it's needed. I have more PINs than a pricey department store dress shirt, and more passwords than a compulsive joiner of secret societies. A lot of it is thanks to the Internets and its voracious appetite for passwords, which I've never figured out how to make memorable.

I'm getting new envelopes stuffed with information about Medicare every day, some of it official, some of it quasi-official, and some of it from those carrion companies that try to make their pitches look official. I'm inundated with renewal notices or pleas to return to the subscription base from magazines I can no longer afford. All this is on top of the regular junk mail. And I'm now getting stuff from two banks, since I haven't yet gotten around to closing the accounts at the old one. I'm not even sure which ATM I can afford to pull money out of this week, because I can't find the paper with the pin number I need to get my account information out of the bank's automated telephone system.

I'm starting to feel like Tuttle the repairman in Terry Gilliam's Brazil. I'm about to vanish in a swirl of paper. And the one kind of paper I'd be happy to have more of— the sort issued by the Federal Reserve Bank— is ever more scarce. I'm going to spend the rest of the evening glaring at the trees. It's all their fault! If they weren't so easy to turn into paper, the stuff wouldn't be so common.
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