Rationalized Ruin
Checkout. Checkout. Checkout. Checkout.
I get in buying frenzies where I see this word over and over again.
Usually, I am allowing myself to purchase items that bring value into my life.
For instance, I am writing this on a MacBook Pro that I recently purchased to replace my Asus laptop that simply wasn’t cutting it for my daily needs. The increase in convenience brought value to my life.
The price tag? Maybe not so much…
Looking to my left, I see an empty box of Staedtler triplus fineliner pens. Was the 36 pack of assorted colors necessary? No. Did I talk myself out of a bigger color assortment? Yes. Did I need to spend $30 getting more of these pens to write in my notebook?
Probably not a need, but I wanted them….
What about the Micron pens right next to them? Oh… I may have gone overboard. BUT—there was a brush pen! You know how much easier it is to write Japanese characters with a brush pen instead of a fine point pen?
Japanese just looks better with a brush pen. AND I write in Japanese all the time…
This will be the purchase that helps me turn the corner to fluency.
I have managed to forgo hitting checkout on the Logitech Master Series mouse, the ergonomic Mac stand, the Magic Trackpad, the CalDigit docking station, and the $300 worth of disc golf discs sitting in my cart across two stores—barely.
All of these would clearly be purchased in the name of productivity. Gotta get that desk just right so I can sit down and write another piece successfully.
Oh, the discs? Ummmmm, they help me walk my dog. I promise. Plus, have you seen how pretty they are? Pretty colors make discs go far and improve my putting.
My impulse is rarely scratched until I have far overspent and I have to spend months reeling from the guilt that I have created through my tremendous decision making.
I mean, afterall, all I need to do is sell like 20 things around my house that I have been procrastinating selling for years from the last time I did this to recuperate the money. AND if I hit the right guilt levels, my only choice will be to act.
So maybe—just maybe.
I should hit checkout
One
More
Time.
