shrek two:the funniest movie i have ever seen. literally one of the funniest comedies of all time. incredible pacing and dialogue. reference jokes that were actually funny. surreal world that was so modern fantasy it actually worked. rocking score. awesome scene set to "i need a hero" being sung by the villain unironically and completely played straight. a bar of villains. just overall the best concepts ever.
I just cleaned out my closet. I downsized by about forty to forty-five percent; I culled items that no longer fit, that I haven’t worn for a season, things that I’d literally worn through, and things I have no more interest in wearing.
What I was left with was… a lot.
Like, a lot. More than I think most normal people have. And the stupid thing is that I still wear all of it in rotation. Literally every item still crammed into my closet has been worn in recent memory, and I could probably assign dates to each respective piece.
But I want more clothes. I always want more clothes.
I’m not a shopaholic; I hate shopping, I hate spending large amounts of money in one go, and I hate being where people are. But I have an allocated portion of my budget that I allow myself to use as I please, and it’s always on fucking clothes.
I see new things and I have to have them. I try things on and I fall in love. Clothes are my vice, and it must come from a place of extreme vanity.
How is it that I could want more when I have so much? How can I afford to do this to myself? How do I keep finding occasions to wear all this stuff, and yet my closet looks like a damn storefront?
I like to dress well. I have tastes that evolve with trends, and I love looking on-trend as much as I love collecting unique pieces. It all culminates into my personal aesthetic, which, like my wardrobe, is constantly being added to and revised.
But I just keep adding to it. And even when I cull it, I find I have so much stuff left.
And yet I still want more. How can I still want more? How can I justify going out and buying more clothes when I have so many articles already? Why am I seriously contemplating trading my costume budget in for a H&M visit?
I want to buy more. But now it’s just going to make me feel guilty because I don’t see how I can possibly downsize any more.
What kind of awful, materialistic, vain human being have I become, and when did it happen?