Well today marks the end of an era. After a lot of blood, sweat, tears and sacrifice I’ve finally cleared the entire outstanding balance on my Barclaycard. As we speak the last payment is making its electronic journey from my account to Barclays and I’ll at last be free of the indentured slavery of consumer debt.
I immensely regret having ever allowed myself to be talked into getting a credit card. I feel it’s done nothing but drain away my limited funds since the day and hour it first dropped through my letter box. I regret it, but the decision had to be made. When I first got the thing I was struggling along on my grant and student loan. I didn’t have much spare cash and I needed to pay the rent. I remember my flatmate telling me it was fine, I just had to use the cash advance from the card to pay the rent, and then pay the card back once I got my next grant or loan instalment. Seems simple doesn’t it? What he neglected to remind me was that his parents were FUCKING LOADED and paid off his credit card every month FOR HIM. I on the other hand suddenly found myself with a credit card, and not enough money to cover it and to pay for food, books and all the other things essential to university life.
As I was new to the idea of credit and magically invented money I made a lot of classic mistakes. I used it to get cash from ATMS, and spent years only paying the minimum payment amount which was nothing compared to the outstanding balance. Eventually I reached a point where I couldn’t use the card any more even if I had wanted to because to do so would keep taking me over my limit. I owed about £3,500 and it was round about that point that I resolved to be rid of the damn card forever.
That was about three years ago, and I’ve been slowly but surely paying, paying and thrice paying to get rid of the damn thing at the rate of a hundred bucks a month. That might not sound like much, but I’m also paying out a hundred bucks to Cahoot for the flexible loan that I took out with them when I walked out of my job at Abbey National after a fortnight. I don’t know many people that could soak up the loss of two hundred quid a month and not feel some kind of pain from it.
It’s done now, but I keep wondering what I could have done with all the cash I’ve poured down the drain over the last ten years or so.
Let me out officer I promise I’ve learned my lesson.