The Pledge Not to Buy More Stuff
Here I am at 6:53 am on Sunday morning wide awake. I can’t sleep. I tossed and turned all night thinking, psychoanalyzing all my movements for the past 4 months. I’m stressed. Live and learn I tell myself, but still I have to figure out what to do.
For the past 4 months, I have noticed a slight difference in my behavior. At first, it was very minute, but I believe it has grown larger than ever. I call it the want to accumulate things.
I’ve always prided myself in not needing much. Sure I wanted more, but guess what? I could wait. I called it delayed gratification.
Well here it is. I’m not sure if it’s the yolo# phrase, or I just feel too comfortable in my skin, but I have been letting myself get away with thinking of everything I want to buy for our future home.
Honestly, it hasn’t been that bad. We bought a Tempurpedic mattress in August, which was expensive, but we needed to buy a new, bigger mattress anyways. We had been saving up the money to buy one for a long time. But this..
I love going garage sale shopping. I get a high of it. Finding great deals, and being able to say I spent less than I would have anywhere else. Most of the purchases are small. For example, a dress, or a movie. No biggie. But people sell furniture at garage sales. This past Saturday when I went with my mom and dad, I got a little too excited.
I ended up buying furniture. Seriously…We have nowhere to put it in our teeny beeny apartment. And my parents have a tiny house as well. So here I am, several hundred bucks later with a really long TV stand and another hardwood stand, plus two sofa seats and an ottoman.
Sigh….the worst part is my parents live 3 hours away from me. So now, my dad’s going to drive with me to drop off the furniture since he has a truck. Should have thought about the logistics! The logistics alone would have eliminated the possibility of buying anything.
The stands turned out to be bigger than I thought they were. Optical illusion! The furniture was in a big house, so it looked average size, but now looking at it in a better perspective, the furniture is so huge. So not the style I like. I don’t like big, gaudy furniture. So now what?
I’m probably going to put up the hardwood furniture on Craigslist. I’m going to break even. Well, one of them for the time being since my dad’s truck only fits the seats and one furniture piece.
Have I gotten too comfortable? Probably. It’s been a year since I started working, and so I feel like I have more cash to burn. We have a nice savings cushion in the bank, so it does make me feel comfortable. But it’s gotta stop. I have to remind myself we have a lot of goals in life. I need to concentrate on those goals instead of looking magazines with fancy home decorations or fashion shows! My wardrobe is plenty big! We, also, don’t need more things.
I have to tell you I’m disappointed in myself. One of the reasons, I can’t seem to sleep. Have I been affected my American consumerism? It’s scary. I live in an extremely wealthy area. Not that we are wealthy because we are not. We live in an apartment 5 minutes away from my company. Convenience led to this location. So many people drive really nice cars. You look at the parking garage in my apartment complex and you’ll see Mercedes, Audis, etc. People live in McMansions. Maybe I was getting caught up in wanting the same things?
But these aren’t our goals. My husband and I have talked about financial independence, and how we don’t want to get caught up working for the man. But I feel myself wanting things that will put me in the never ending cycle of working for the man.
Now to deal with this stuff that doesn’t fit in my parents’ house, which means I’m going to have to transport it, only to try and figure out a way to sell it on craigslist. Not even worth the trouble. How did I get here? I’m not sure, but I’m here. Worst buyer’s remorse ever. What did I do to myself? This stress is unnecessary! Arghh….
Here’s my pledge, too. I’m not going to buy more stuff. I’m not going to buy more material objects. I need to focus on experiences.