Sighing a Sigh of Retail-Based Contentment

Oh what a weekend.  I was very productive.  I went to the gym twice and I made a gigantic dent in my Christmas shopping.  I’d say I’m at least 85% finished.  Oh, and it was so fun.  Aside from the mall and bookstore (I am naturally bookish and tend to gravitate to the bookstore for presents.  I sometimes have to remind myself that not everyone likes to read), I attended a fabulous visual feast of a craft fair downtown.

Generally speaking, I have a strange relationship with shopping.

On the one hand, I am a practical sort.  I don’t like to waste money and I tend to feel guilty buying myself anything other than food, as that money could better go to paying down the mortgage or traveling somewhere fabulous or helping some worthy charity or something.  I also think that as a society, we have been brainwashed into becoming these consumerist drones who just shop for shopping’s sake, replacing things — not because they need to be replaced — but because we are bored with them.  I think this leads to ridiculous waste on both a monetary and environmental level and I find that distressing.  Also, a crowded mall is possibly the most depressing and life-sucking thing in existence. Continue reading