A Penny for Your Thoughts

In the over two years that I have been sober, I have heard quite a few speakers begin their stories by saying how different they always felt from other people. Well, I didn't just feel that way, I was that way. I ate popcorn for dinner, woke up in the morning, got fully dressed, and then went back to bed for another twenty minutes; and I hated pennies. I wondered why we still had them. Of themselves, they are nothing; you need at least five. Whenever I saw a "lucky" penny on the ground I would leave it there. I remember someone had figured out that it actually cost more to pick one up than to leave it on the ground. (Based on an hourly wage of thirteen dollars and figuring that it takes six seconds to bend over and pick it up, that one "lucky" penny will cost you over two cents--not that I was making thirteen dollars an hour, mind you, but I just loved the cynicism of it all.)