I went out and did a little shopping today.
Bought things I shouldn't have.
For no reason.
Other than to be happy that I can box them up and send them to the other coast and hope that they're well recieved.
I can't go into the dollar store without buying something.
I usually drop about ten bucks everytime I walk in there.
Those little figurines at the front are usually my favorite.
Last time it was a lil gaggle of differently posed nuns with heavenly looks on their placid faces.
They're cloistered on my top bookshelf, right next the demon perched on a pile of skulls, licking his lips. I didn't really think about the composition. That's just where they got put.
You know, I have to wonder about my hypocrisy.
I really do deep down hate the disposable world we have here. Everything is plastic and non biodegradable and made in taiwan and flimsy and doomed to fail and break soon. It's all crap.
Especially in the dollar store.
There is no better way to drive home that point...
I really wish we didn't live like that. A live for today attitude in a world where we've already seen the consequences of that mentality.
It just annoys the hell out of me sometimes.
But then I walk into a dollar store and I'm counting out my pocket change to see if I can get just ONE MORE THING.
Because the cheap plastic crap appeals to something in me. The same disposable quality that makes it crap is what makes me want to cherish it.
I have a collection of pez dispensers.
I have lil plastic figures from the mickey dees happy meals I got as a kid (a whole wind up set of the original toys for the jungle book)
and I want to get rid of these things now...
I tried to sell them even.
No one wanted them.
Just proving that I really am the only person who would find worth in something like this.
I hate it... I love it...
I really dunno how I feel.
But I spent 8 bucks in the dollar store (and none of it was even for me)