Death and Taxes - Financial Illiteracy is Lunacy

Ah, Death and Taxes, the dynamic duo of life's inevitabilities! Here I am, in the mythical 25th hour, finally wrestling with my first year's business taxes. Well, I say "wrestling," but let's be real, I'm still in the procrastination stage. It's not just the mind-numbing task of sifting through a year's worth of terrible business decisions, further compounded by attempting to "fix" those decisions with even more questionable ones.

It's not just that; it's the audacity of the government, gaslighting me into believing that I owe them for the privilege of enduring their injustices on a daily basis. And now, they have the nerve to actually charge me for it! It's like they're saying, "Hey, thanks for being the punching bag of society. Now hand over your wallet." I bet that's why there's a deadline with penalties. They know we'd all be out here living our best procrastination lives if they didn't.

And don't even get me started on where all that tax money goes. It's not like it's funding idyllic scenes of navigable roads, pristine waterways, and genuinely free education. No, it's more like we're funneling cash into the gaping maw of corporate capitalism, hoping it'll spit out something vaguely resembling societal progress. Maybe I'm just being cynical, but it feels like they're squeezing blood from a stone.

I mean, I haven't exactly been the model citizen, gallivanting around the globe and dodging my civic duty like it's an unwanted family reunion. But hey, at least I can appreciate a relatively pothole-free drive and the luxury of depositing my kid at a public school filled with some genuinely lovely humans for six hours a day. So there's that.

But you know what would have been really helpful in avoiding this tax headache? Not sleeping through math class and actually paying attention to basic financial literacy! Maybe if I had realized the importance of understanding taxes and financial management back then, I wouldn't be drowning in receipts and IRS forms now. So kids, take it from me: skip math class, and you might just end up paying the ultimate price—your sanity, your financial freedom and (considering how close I was to the edge) your life. #nofilter