Being unemployed for 10 months has made it incredibly hard for me to come up with items for a holiday wishlist! Not to sound like a total white chick with dreadlocks who eats soy cheese, but it's kinda because I've realized that without a context, so much is meaningless. I guess that's kind of good, right? But also a pain in the ass.I had a moment in Target the other day when I found a sweater I liked, and a pair of sweatpants I liked, and I bought the pants with the reasoning that I would wear them more often. When I got home I thought about the old me who bought a hot mini dress every Friday night to go to the club and dance in and get my picture taken and show off to everyone and I cried a little bit about suddenly being uncool. Shortly after, I realized what has happened to me is really more enlightenment - the value I place on everything has shifted. I used to know that "THINGS can't make you happy" because, like, Uncle Jesse said it on Full House and every other douche in 10,000 other shows and movies and books said it all the time forever, but now I feel like I seriously KNOW it. Everything I pick up and think "I want this" my next thought is "Why do I want this? What will it add to my life? How will I use it?" after which point I end up putting most things back down.
This "enlightenment" has brought on other problems, however. When you go to get dressed and you look at your closet thinking "What should I wear?" and that question is now followed by "Who am I?" and "What does 'me' wear?" it takes a really fucking long time to get dressed.
The point I'm getting at is, you should give me pot for Christmas.









