So I’m at my local yesterday, and I was super proud of myself because I was there to actually *return* something. And I did. And I got my exchange credit. And I was so proud…until…I decided to just ‘take a look around’.
And then, before I knew it, my hands were full of more shit. Just…another pairs of shoes, 2 pairs of shorts, a hoodie, and a pair of pants.
And suddenly, my return of 2 items (a -2 on the day) has turned into the purchase of 5 items (a +3 on the day).
And, after the initial excitement of finding yet another deal, the question in my head becomes ‘when in the hell am I actually going to get a chance to wear all of this dope stuff that I own?’
And it’s stupid. It’s so goddam stupid. Because, in all reality, there’s no way I can wear all of this crap. But the fear of fomo runs so deep. The fear that I’m missing out. How have we done this to ourselves?