It's amazing to me how fantastic shopping can make me feel. Two weeks ago today, I was feeling pretty down in the dumps. A mixture of overwhelm from three impending mid-terms and melancholy from being stressed over work had descended upon me. It was seemingly unshakeable.
And, then the mail came, and I received a Target gift card in a shiny red and white envelope. I hopped in the car and drove Ernie over to Tar-jay. I bought some groceries, some greeting cards, a box of markers and a new journal. When I left, I felt great.
But not just great. I was giddy. I was inventing songs about seasonal ice cream. I literally skipped to my car.
Nothing about my impending tests had changed. I still had the same work load.
...And yet, there I was. Humming to myself whilst I made my peanut butter brownies and smiling as I wrote in my new journal. I wasn't too self-aware at the time about what had happened. It hit me a few days later, though, that shopping - acquiring new things - had made me literally skip with delight.
Hello, my name is Lauren and I'm a consumer whore.
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