Hey, world. My name is Carly, and I’m a shopoholic. Not in the sense that it consumes me and that I’ve created a heavy weight of debt due to unnecessary purchases. But I love shopping. I love it so much I just wish I could have all the things. I’m not sure why this compulsion exists, but it does.
What’s annoying, is that I hate clutter. We… i… have MORE than enough clothes. They don’t spill out of our closet… well, yes.. they do.. but only because I do a shit job at keeping up with laundry. Anyway. I just want all the cute clothes. This is certainly a first world problem. Especially when I already have clothes that can last me more than a month.
How in the fuck, and why is there such a constant and consistent demand in consumerism?! There’s always a new shop that opens with new clothes, dinnerware, jewelry and shoes. How is it possible that they all stay in business and that new stores keep cycling through? It’s honestly disgusting when I think about just how much i, me, as a single person, consumes in a day, week, month and year. Why do I ‘need’ three pairs of jeans, multiple blazers, a handful of dresses that I rarely wear, heels for a one time ocassion and shirts that I don’t even like? I love, and probably hate more, how convenient shopping is. Man, we’d be rich if I could just put my ‘fun’ money into savings. It’s fucking crazy how much we consume and then turn around and try to sell our ‘shit’ items.
That’s a goal I want to work on. Be happy with the shit we have and stop window shopping online. So dumb.
I don’t remember if I shared this last time. I brought my husband along for his first ever hot (that word took me five times to spell. I fucking (aka ducking) hate auto correct) air balloon ride. We had some friends over the night before which naturally called for a late night. I can’t seem to stay up past midnight, but my husband doesn’t have a problem staying up until 4 or 5 in the morning. Guess what time we had to meet my uncle for our balloon ride? 6am. Guess what time Tom came to bed? 4 am. Guess who was pissed off in the morning because we almost over slept and didn’t appreciate the lack of appreciation for the surprise? Me.
I was pretty upset. Not that he was having fun with his friends. i just felt that my efforts were unnoticed and underappreciated. It almost felt disrespectful. Untintentially I know, but I felt like I was second fiddle to his friends.
Once we got going on the balloon ride I collected my thoughts a little more and was able to cool down a bit. It’s so hard to share my husband for 3 days each month.
The ride was amazing. I haven’t been on a hot air balloon for at the very least a decade. It’s really a humbling experience. It reminded me of how small we are and how connected we are at the same time.