Retail Therapy
It is amazing the amount of things you accumulate over the years. Books bought but unread, clothes yet to be worn, appliances unused. At the time you convince yourself that life will be so much better if you had that dress, those shoes, this blender or whatever it is that takes your fancy. However the following week you’ll find yourself trawling the aisles of the nearest department store searching for yet another item to fill the empty void.
What void are we trying to fill? Well that is a question and a good one at that. The answer, well I guess it depends on whom you ask. Some may just enjoy the ‘buzz’ that they get from this so-called retail therapy and others may be trying to keep up with ‘the Jones’. I have always wondered who these so called “Jones’ ” were. Why not ‘the Smiths’ or ‘the Griffins’? I’m sorry I’ve digressed; I tend to do that a lot.
If someone were to ask me why I need all of my wonderful purchases, the answer would be simple. I have to have it. I don’t know how to explain it. There is something inside me that yearns for it and it will haunt me day and night if I didn’t get that cashmere sweater or those pearl earrings and once the purchase is made, ah the absolute bliss that I feel is unmatched by any substance or tipple that I could lay my hands on. It’s pure and although short lived, while it lasts I am in heaven.
Unfortunately my penchant for spending has meant that I have a lot of things and I can’t take them all with me. I am downsizing you see and the flat, it only has one bedroom so it cannot hold everything. I will miss the high ceilings and big windows of the old house but you know change doesn’t have to be bad, you can treat it as a new beginning. Terrence doesn’t quite share my optimism. That might explain why he’s not coming with me. He’s not staying in the house, we had to sell it to clear some debts, or should I say my debts.
Terrence has decided to rent on his own, says he needs some space but I am hopeful that he will come round, especially when he knows that I am here getting actual therapy instead of the retail kind.
My gosh, I have rabbited on haven’t I. I tend to do this when I am nervous, I have probably given you an earache, but hopefully this answers your question as to why I am here. Anyway my time must be up now and I’d better get going. You see I want to pop to Debenhams, it’s the blue cross sale and I need a few things to brighten up the flat, as it’s not as picturesque as the old house. Same time next week?
