Recently, my sexual repression (or depression, depending on how you look at it) has turned towards compensation in the form of material goods. What kind? Well, for those of you who think it was porn, you are sadly mistaken. No, my shopper's eye has been looking at thing on Amazon.com that I've been meaning to buy for myself, never got around to, and missed out in some cases forcing me to buy it from yet another user looking to make a quick buck.
It's actually become rather disturbing. Looking at my list of things to want on just Amazon alone, the items I would really like to have total up to $400+. That is not including the other items I found while looking casually at that little tab of things I may like since I have an interest in yet another item.
The money isn't the problem. I've learned how to live on a budget.
What is the problem is the fact that I'm now turning towards these things for some kind of stability in my life. The more things I buy of that nature, the more I cut myself off from the world socially. The more that happens, the less likely I will be able to function any better than your stereotypical Star Trek nerd that insultingly lives at home in some room separated from the rest of the family. The very butt of every joke that society finds funny like the new kid in school who has to have Coke-can thick glasses because there is no way around it.
The sad thing is, I'll probably give into my urges and buy the bulk of the purchase before the end of the month. And then from there, only buy entertainment when I feel the need. Or, rather, the want. Provided I can afford it and think I can't live without it.
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