The Terrors of a Debit Card

I recently (stupidly) signed myself up for a bank account. It seemed like a great idea; it was a step towards my personal independence, I could save for university, I had proof that my work was paying off... and all that jazz.
But unfortunately, it came with a debit card. That debit card has ruined my life.

With over £200 in my account from working at festivals in the summer, I went back to school anticipating a relaxed last year in secondary education. I had more free periods than lessons, and the lessons I did have were easy and fun. But my free periods were my downfall.

I found online shopping.

Within two weeks, I had bought myself new clothes, books, DVDs and a computer game. I had purchased songs on iTunes that I’m almost certain now that I’ll never listen to again, I even bought a violin. A fracking VIOLIN. (Note to reader; I don’t play any musical instruments, it’s almost as catastrophic as my cooking skills) And I kept spending.

Now I’m not knocking the debit card; quite frankly, it’s an ingenious contraption, one that will most likely come in handy many times in the future, if I manage to ever have money on the blasted thing. I mean, did I really need that giant Avengers poster? Of course I did, but the complete Boston Legal box set was probably something I could have requested for Christmas. I didn’t need to buy it at school, when I should have been writing an essay on European Integration.

I’ve decided that, although the DC is great, it is my willpower that was the curse. With too much free time, because it was too much, I turned to my ability to impulsively buy the ‘Do I look like a [insert expletive here] People Person?’ mug, or what has become my fifth copy of the Hobbit.

I’m rehabilitating myself now, keeping my money in a secure box at home until it goes into the bank, and then keeping the card in the box. I need to save the money, you see, and it’s sort of working. Well, it works as well as it can, with my self-control being non-existent.

Sorry for this being short, next will be a bit of an insight into me; the top 50 sexiest men of 2012. Until then, live long and prosper!