I ran errands for about 9 hours today...including a trip out to Wrentham (outlet mall) to buy some sandals. I'm a terrible person when I'm shopping. Shopping plays to all my insecurities. If you were to ask me who I am at any given point, I'd probably have an answer. You put me in an outlet mall, and I have no idea. Do I go sporty, earthy, punky, preppy? Do I go cheap? Thrift store cheap or Target cheap? Do I pony up for quality and risk that what I buy may fall out of fashion in nine months? Do I go for value and risk buying crap?
I also bought shorts from Target, which I may return. Which is embarrassing, since I bought them off a return. Yes, I have no sense of self. Which is why I'm a good journalist. I'm a shape-shifter. I blend. I disappear. I'm a ghost.
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I've accepted that. I just don't know what kind of consumer I am (the coolness of my consumption should be self-evident).
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