So, I was dragged to every single shop on Oxford street today every single floor I swear. And all those hours there was a single thought in my head ‘why?’ . Why do I need that hip jacket to be happy. Why can’t I be happy with the spots I have, why do I need to get rid of them? Why do I need to be more slim if I’m a healthy person and everything is in check. Why do I have to buy a jag when I can travel in my Suzuki.
Why wasn’t there a need for 90% of the things we have today like 70 years ago? Were people not happy then? Was everyone too fat, too unhappy too slow, less productive? Did people not find each other attractive?
Advertising/Marketing, it’s all in your face you would need to pay a pound to read a newspaper with news. But you don’t have to spend a penny to look at the latest release from Armani. It’s there its on the tele it’s in the paper its the big billboard. It’s on the shirt he’s wearing. Why should I be made to spend ten times the amount of money for the same cloth but with a different title on top of it?
Consumerism is such a brilliant nightmare that you feel happy and satisfied about being fu**ed in the ass.
Here is the thing, there will always be someone richer than you, someone prettier than you , someone more fit. No matter what you do how much you try you have to draw a line somewhere. The sooner the better, but here is the important thing , whether there is someone more happier/merrier than you is the only choice you have. Choose carefully.