Cyber Monday has really been such a pain, because I keep loading up things into my cart, only to remove them later. There are things I’ve been looking and staring at for awhile. But when I look down and see the things I already have, it’s so irrelevant.
There’s no need for me to get yet another pair of earphones, because I’ve already got way too many for all the three heads in my house. I’ve got no need for more keyboard things, because I’ve already got so many keyboard things– I could probably sell something back to the sellers.
My concern isn’t the waste, as much as the deep strange desire to have more things. What’s the point of all that, and where’s my things going to go to after I’m dead? I’m quite sure all the things I have will last me until I die. Not because I’m not expecting to live very long, but because I’ve really just too many. I was looking at pen organizers for the amount of pens I have, and I am seriously looking at the storage types for stationary shops. I’ve got multiples of multiples, and I’m ready for the next lockdown and the next one after that too.
What I can never get back is the time I have wasted window shopping on my computer windows. In many ways, I’d rather be spending the time writing, using up my pens. I’d rather listen to more music on the different earpieces and IEMs. I’d rather use my keyboard and type more.
But I’m still distracted and still tempted to buy more things. I can’t understand myself.
Normally I might write something like this to chatgpt and ask it to dissect it for me. But I thought it’d be more fun to publish it here. Maybe I would find myself rereading my own posts later and relate to myself. Maybe it would help another person.
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