Apparently the government is introducing free therapy at job centres as so many people are experiencing depression and mental illness due to the recession. I wonder if that includes retail therapy?
As I walked back from signing on the other day, I couldn't help but notice that my favorite shop had a sale on. 80% off some items. Still totally unaffordable for me, but although I tried to walk past, my legs just veered to the left of their own accord and the next thing I know, I'm entering the changing room with three pairs of jeans. None of them fitted me thank god, but before I could escape the sales assistant appeared with a beautiful pair of Seven jeans from the new collection.
Of course, they fitted me like a glove. They were perfect and lovely and felt amazing. They were also £150. Under normal circumstances I'd put them on my card and have a word with myself later. It didn't help that the sales woman was going on about how great they looked. I paced up and down the changing area for ages. If I sold all my things on ebay I could buy them. If I saved up my dole money for a month and didn't eat, I could buy them.
For the first time in my life (since I didn't get a pony), I had to walk away from the all consuming desire I was feeling. It was a lesson in acceptance. I'm not sure if I've learned it or not. I went back and touched them today.
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