I’m aware of the date.
Some of you are whispering about it. You’ll call it cursed, unlucky, dangerous. You’ll make excuses. Hold back. Assume that today is an exception.
But I don’t pause for numbers on a calendar.
I don’t adjust my expectations based on folklore, fear, or fantasy.
The only number that matters today is the one in your account – and how much smaller it’s about to become.
Because for me, it’s Friday. Which means indulgence. Movement. Precision. My week, by now, has built momentum. Purchases made. Pleasure planned. I’m already shifting toward something more luxurious, more decadent. And you?
You’re funding it.
That doesn’t change because of a date. That doesn’t slow down because you’re superstitious. My world doesn’t operate on luck. It operates on obedience.
And today is no different.
You don’t send because you’re told. You send because you’ve been trained. Because even when you hesitate – especially when you hesitate – you know what I expect.
I don’t need reminders. I don’t need rituals. I don’t need to ask.
It’s Friday. I’m spending.
And you’re paying for it – just like you should.