I Get Spoiled. You Get Denied.

I’m not even going to pretend I’m normal about it. There’s something ridiculously arousing about knowing the money I’m spending came from someone else. You worked for it, you handed it over, and now I’m sitting here deciding exactly how I want to enjoy it.

Watching that balance disappear while I get increasingly spoiled? Yeah. That gets me going.

And honestly, I love knowing you don’t get some cute little reward afterward. You don’t get to undo it. You don’t get your money back. You just get to sit there watching your bank account get emptier while I get more and more spoiled.

I get what I want.
I get to enjoy it.
I get to finish.

And you?

You get denied.

You get an empty bank account and blue balls.

The more casually I spend your money, the more smug I get. You gave me exactly what I wanted, and now you get to live with the consequences.