This library sometimes has free copies of the main forms, like the 1040, lying about, which is great and another reason why the Twin Cities is a good, moral place to live in. But I fucked it up, again, and I'm tired of re-doing it, so I am just going to give the federal government the 1040 where I wrote a whole amount on the wrong line. Even my OCD, as bad as it fucking is right now, has limits. Besides, I just printed out another form and I think I did it completely right, so yay, me, be happy with that one win.
United States Constitution, Article I, Section 9, Clause 8: "No Person holding any Office of Profit or Trust under them, shall, without the Consent of the Congress, accept of any present, Emolument, Office, or Title, of any kind whatever, from any King, Prince, or foreign State."
Sunday, April 12, 2026
Tax Form Filling-Out OCD
I'm trying to finish doing my taxes, and I keep making mistakes on these forms. Not big, mathematical ones, but, like, one digit wrong in the tens place, or writing the amount on the wrong line. My OCD is kicking in big-time, so I keep printing out forms and doing them, only to fuck up again so I reprint more. I have printed them out at work, which I know is frowned upon. I also have printed them at the library, where I am typing this blog post right now, but it's 20 cents a copy, which is why I printed them at work while I was at work.
Labels:
frustration,
libraries,
mistake,
money,
OCD,
record-keeping,
self-hate,
waste,
work
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