It's because my brain is only ever filled with the following things: fighting off depression, fighting off the feelings of a relatively mediocre so far life, worry about various relatives in the hospital or distant but still present family friend deaths (or the effects of both on those that are closer to me), being ridiculously in love or ridiculously irritated at love, small bickerances with friends and shopping. Seriously.
If I only ever talked about the other stuff can you imagine what a downer reading and writing this blog would be? It's a bit of a downer as it is, but we can't very well make wine from water, now can we?
Plus, I'm a girl in my early 20's whose found love, lives on a moderate income, and has spent the earlier half of the past decade worrying about things from global warming to the military industrial complex to proper birth control. I shouldn't have to feel guilty about being a little materialistic.
I think I've just now decided that every monday I should make a list of material things. I'll call it my Materialistic Monday. You know, so that way I can keep my shorter-term, easier to attain (and forget) goals in sight.
A list of things I feel like I always need and won't ever stop:
- Black eyeliner
- Black cardigans
- Black tights
- Black ballet flats
Things that I probably sincerely need but won't get around to buying because I derive no joy from them:
- More professional looking work clothes. I have a small collection as is neccessary for my job but it's limited. and it runs out fast. And everytime I go shopping for more I can't make myself swallow the burden of paying so much for things that I need and dislike so much. (I was once in the oppsite situation, where I felt like I had no nice casual clothes. only work clothes of bum clothes.)
- New bras. I can't remember the last time I bought a bra. Some girls obsessively buy lingerie and various undergarments. I'm not that kind of girl. That's like... fashion for my enjoyment only. I like to shaaaare. That and I have a dog with a penchant for destroying underwear. I don't know why she does it but no matter how hard I try eventually she will get ahold of whatever it is I hold dear. It makes buying "nice" undergarments much less exciting.
- Pajamas. Who wants to waste money on things that you only sleep in? I might as well be naked. But this does become a problem given that at least once a week we have sleep-over guests at the house.
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