So I'm trying to get acquainted with a new one. It has a different layout so I have to decide on new locations for all the things that go there. Which has made me assess the contents of my wallet.
I wonder what is says about me-- all the things I carry around in it. If someone fished my corpse out of a river, what could they discover about the person I was based on the contents of my wallet?
- They'd know I work in education because of my college staff ID card.
- They would know I'm not a big consumer, because I only have three credit cards (and two of them are actually debit cards.)
- My car insurance card would let them know I'm prudent and responsible.
- They might think I was a hypochondriac based on my health insurance card and my health clinic ID card.
- The library card shows that I like to read, at at least get videos, CDs, or recorded books for free.
- Membership card in the American Library Association shows that I'm a librarian. This would be confirmed by with several copies of my business card.
- Tennis center coupons and membership card would let them know I'm an avid tennis player.
- My local food co-op membership card would be evidence of my hippie granola tendencies.
- If someone paid enough attention, they would know that I'm anal about how my cash fits into my wallet: all bills facing the same way, with the denominations in order from smallest to largest.
- In fact, the overall organization of the wallet would belie someone with a very ordered and simple life. It's not bulging with stuff, everything seems to be in its logical place, and nothing is sticking out all higgledy-piggledy. It's the wallet of a man who has his shit together.
So, that's it. The truth and lies that my wallet tells.