Let me preface this post by saying that I know that I have a problem, but I just don't know how to fix it. I am a hoarder, a hoarder of clothes. I need A and E to come and rescue me.
Growing up, I was poor. Like hopefully the power stays on poor. I always promised myself that when I had money I would make up for 18 years of going without. I always loved clothes, but could never have all the outfits that I wanted. This want has translated into this weird compulsion where I just have to buy something the minute I see it and never, ever get rid of it under any circumstance.
Pre-quarterlife crisis, my addiction was fine. Adam made the money on which we lived, and I made the money on which I fed my addiction. Now though, we just don't have the extra money for me to buy a new pair of boots once a week. If I had my way we would move somewhere cheaper to keep me in my Ralph Lauren's but Adam always seems to win that argument.
I have been trying really hard to make do with the clothes that I have, but this morning I woke up hating everything I own. I emptied my closet out looking for just the right outfit to wear to go downstairs to watch Gossip Girl (I am a total Serena by the way). Sitting on the floor in my empty closet, I suddenly understood what a meth addict feels like jonesing on the floor of the motel 6 bathroom.
I am pathetic and need help. Someone please call Candy. I have hit my rock bottom.
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