This letter was written on a Starbucks sandwich bag.
Dear Friend,
I feel guilty about silly things. For example, I enjoy the simple act of perusing urban gift shops and large craft stores like Michael’s and Joann. I like to spend lots of time meandering up and down the aisles and scanning the shelves for crafty ideas.
I don’t want to buy anything—I enter with the specific intention of not purchasing a single item.
But with each minute spent inside a feeling of indebtedness creeps up my fingertips—which make their way to my billfold—do I have enough money this 10 yards of fabric to use for I don’t know what?
This store has provided me priceless minutes of creative brainstorming. Can’t I just spend five bucks on a Helvetica stencil or purple duct tape? I mean, it’s the least I could do—right?
I wish I wouldn’t feel this way, wish I could kick this American consumerism! Because then I could spend more money on what I’d like—mochas!
Can you relate to my guilt? What is something that you feel guilty for?
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