Four Pieces of Plastic

One of my credit cards now lives in the garbage. It took more than one minute to get myself to chop it up. Not really sure why. I shouldn't have an attachment to the piece of plastic but, for some reason, it appears that I do. What a strange thing to be addicted to. I considered freezing it but decided against it. I have no desire for that. Somehow, it still won't seem "fixed" if I do that. My attachment to it needs to be killed.

I need to not even have the option to use it at all. Which, now, I definitely do not. Feels good. Gotta admit.

Another step in the right direction.