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Personal blog of christian
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Targeted ObservationHere’s something else I’ve discovered: When I’m wrapped up in a consumption-based lifestyle, a casual shopping trip—even if I don’t have any needs or any particular wants—is always justifiable. Why? Because I’m a consumer, that’s why! And there might be something “out there” with my name (or my husband’s name, depending on who the card was issued to…) on it, waiting to hear the pitter patter of my little feet as I make my way across the crowded store to the purses, or jewelry, or shoes, or books, or whatever. In other words, the trip justifies the time. If my identity largely depends upon the hunting and gathering of more stuff, then it is my consumeristic DUTY to shop—even if it turns out to be only window shopping. There’s no denying, though, that when I’m in accumulation mode, nothing feels like more of a let-down than coming home empty-handed. It makes me feel like a slacker. On the other hand, when I determine not to be an uber-consumer, but to truly only purchase that which I can describe as necessary, something crazy happens. If I wander into, let’s say, Target, because, let’s pretend, they have the cutest pair of leather big-toe-peeking-out-like-the-forties dress shoes EVER for $19.99 and I HAVE to see them up close and personal—well. If I’ve already decided not to buy shoes because I really don’t need shoes, and then I spend upwards of 30 minutes looking at shoes, including three aisles of cute clearance priced shoes which I don’t need even if they ARE $4.39, I end up feeling like I’ve just LOST a half hour of my life that I could have spent, oh, I don’t know—finishing my novel. So, then, to sum up: For me, it’s not just about not buying stuff I don’t need with money that has another more important claim on it. It’s also about not spending time behaving like a consumer, when my time also has a more important claim on it. I am a slow learner, folks. But I’m allowing myself to learn a few things I’ve never been open to until now. What I do with my money and with my time expresses my core values, unless perhaps my consumerism has stunted my development—like crack to a twelve-year-old—so that I don’t actually have any important values at all. Sometimes I think we hunt, gather, work long hours to pay for, pay off, sort, maintain, store, and ultimately sell in a garage sale all this stuff in order to avoid facing what really matters, both in this short life and in the next very, very long one. Or maybe it’s just me.
Posted by Katy on 08/01/06 at 07:02 PM
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