Does my banker want me dead? I like him, my banker. He is a nice man who speaks with his nose. When I found myself a single mother in a complicated financial situation, he granted me a loan which allowed me not to live in a slum with my 4 year old son. The management of my bank account being absolutely zero, and it has always been so, although I know that he only filled out forms, I can’t help but take that for a kindness on his part. And so I like it.
On the other hand, regularly, since I’m better and my bank account too, he calls me to offer me to take out life insurance: ” 2.50 euros per month, Madame Greusard, and your children will be protected if you die while receiving the sum of 10,000 euros! Each time, I burst out laughing nervously. “But come on, M. L., these are no ways to talk to me about my imminent death at 12:05 p.m., like that…” He laughs but continues: “You understand, we don’t know what life is made of, Madame Greusard… Of course it’s not pleasant to think about it, but it can be useful. »
And that’s how my banker (in addition to making me feel guilty about the uncertain future of my children) manages to skillfully juggle two subjects that terrify me: the management of my money and my own death. Subjects that have earned me lying on a couch once a week for nearly eight years. Leave me in peace! I already give 50 euros a week to my shrink…
Certainly, I calm down on the subject and I find my parades to face it. Lately, I’ve been trying to think of us as passing clouds. They are neither happy nor unhappy to pass and then dissolve into thin air. My daily work is therefore to learn to think of myself as a cloud and to live with the idea that others are also passing clouds. I’m working on it, but it’s slow.
When he tries to extract 2.50 euros per month from me, does my banker suspect that I am screaming in my head “CLOUDS CLOUDS CLOUDS CLOUDS”? Each time I have the absurd feeling that he wishes my death or even worse, that he is going to cause it (because I am superstitious). When in reality, Mr. L. would just like me to live a very long time to give him money every month. Aaaah, my banker is nice.
