Retail Therapy
I've heard of retail therapy before and scoffed at it. I never thought I was one to self medicate in this fashion. However, in hindsight and according to past credit card statements it appears that I am hypocrite. I have engaged in this type of therapy from time to time or should I say "dime to dime".
Once upon a lifetime ago a catalog by the name of Spiegel helped me get into debt. Who can resist their home furnishings? Not to mention turtlenecks that come in nutmeg, canary yellow, and heather blue. I mean I had to furnish my apartment and the Jim Weider home gym fit so nicely under my loft. It may not have been the ideal workout space but it ended up being a great place to hang towels.
I've smartened up a little since then and by little I mean got into debt again with slightly cooler credit cards than Spiegel.
Today, I had the wherewithal to realize this is what I was doing again as I purchased a hot chocolate, which I am proud to say I paid for in cash...all two dollars and fifteen cents of it. Okay, so maybe hot chocolate isn't exactly retail therapy. But it is the beginning of a seasonal addiction, which I will add to the list of other hot caffeinated beverages I consume all too often. The point is that when I was buying my HC, I decided on my way back home I would stop at the Tower Records I just passed to buy myself a cd. Cause it was that kind of day. It has to be a shitty day for me to buy something for myself now, something as extravagant as a cd. I actually decided I needed to have this cd this morning when I heard a song by The Decemberists on WFUV, before the day turned to shit. That's where the therapy part comes in. If I can just find the song I heard this morning, I can get back that feeling again, that momentary, carefree feeling, sprinkled with a dash of hope that ran from the top of my head to the tip of my jazz shoes. So I bought it...on my debit card. Cause who needs to pay for it later when I can pay for it now and risk getting an overdraft charge? It was a risk, not only because I was possibly bouncing a check, but because I wasn't sure the cd I was buying had the song I wanted. Life would be easier if I had an Ipod. Someone informed me that I might possibly be the only person in the city without an Ipod. It's true I'm still carrying an outdated discman I bought from Spiegel. The good news is that I got the right cd, The Decemberists Picaresque, which had the song I was looking for, The Engine Driver. Thankfully, the whole cd is great so I don't have to kill that one song. It hasn't stopped me from playing that one song over and over again though. So the day has ended on an up note and I can now get a good night's sleep jazz shoes and all.
Once upon a lifetime ago a catalog by the name of Spiegel helped me get into debt. Who can resist their home furnishings? Not to mention turtlenecks that come in nutmeg, canary yellow, and heather blue. I mean I had to furnish my apartment and the Jim Weider home gym fit so nicely under my loft. It may not have been the ideal workout space but it ended up being a great place to hang towels.
I've smartened up a little since then and by little I mean got into debt again with slightly cooler credit cards than Spiegel.
Today, I had the wherewithal to realize this is what I was doing again as I purchased a hot chocolate, which I am proud to say I paid for in cash...all two dollars and fifteen cents of it. Okay, so maybe hot chocolate isn't exactly retail therapy. But it is the beginning of a seasonal addiction, which I will add to the list of other hot caffeinated beverages I consume all too often. The point is that when I was buying my HC, I decided on my way back home I would stop at the Tower Records I just passed to buy myself a cd. Cause it was that kind of day. It has to be a shitty day for me to buy something for myself now, something as extravagant as a cd. I actually decided I needed to have this cd this morning when I heard a song by The Decemberists on WFUV, before the day turned to shit. That's where the therapy part comes in. If I can just find the song I heard this morning, I can get back that feeling again, that momentary, carefree feeling, sprinkled with a dash of hope that ran from the top of my head to the tip of my jazz shoes. So I bought it...on my debit card. Cause who needs to pay for it later when I can pay for it now and risk getting an overdraft charge? It was a risk, not only because I was possibly bouncing a check, but because I wasn't sure the cd I was buying had the song I wanted. Life would be easier if I had an Ipod. Someone informed me that I might possibly be the only person in the city without an Ipod. It's true I'm still carrying an outdated discman I bought from Spiegel. The good news is that I got the right cd, The Decemberists Picaresque, which had the song I was looking for, The Engine Driver. Thankfully, the whole cd is great so I don't have to kill that one song. It hasn't stopped me from playing that one song over and over again though. So the day has ended on an up note and I can now get a good night's sleep jazz shoes and all.
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