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.: 12.05.2008 

The Good Consumer

I got this from Sage.

I am at constant war with myself to not indulge in the serotonin rush that comes with a shiny new toy. There is a large side of me that wants to sell every possession and sit on a cushion in the middle of the floor, like some crazy zen Japanese tea house. There is an equally large side of me that wants luxury slippers, luxury yarns, luxury lattes, luxury bedsheets, and luxury kitchen appliances. (Kitchen Aid gas stove, anyone?) The perfect example of this is my tendency to "nest." Wherever I sit, there is a blast radius of mail, used tea mugs, half-finished art projects, and abandoned socks. After about three days, the blast radius becomes cluttered enough that my brain can't handle it and wants to, rather than simply clean up, throw every single thing away.

It's hard.

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