Bleeding cash…
I’d like to live in a place where it’s really really hard for me to spend money. I’m a total shopaholic. I spend money when I feel bad. I spend money when I feel good. Sometimes I spend money without even realising I’m doing it. I don’t actually have much money, which makes this all rather difficult and stressful. I also worry about my rampant consumerism, in a world where too much rampant consumerism is causing many ills and injustices. It’s bad. It’s like a long-term, giant version of shopper’s guilt. I went on a course a while ago, and did you know that if the whole world were to reach the levels of consumerism that northern countries enjoy, we’d need FOUR planets. FOUR! So, either we need to calm down, and start being respectful of the planet (i.e. stop buying pointless and wasteful things), or we’re going to have to speed up the space programme really fast.
So, I have a theory. I should move somewhere where it’s really hard to spend. And really far from anywhere that internet shops deliver to. And where there are no off-licenses or pubs. (No, scratch that. I must have off-licenses and pubs. They are fundamental to the continued enjoyment of my existence). And I’d take a couple of friends with me, so that I’d have someone to chat to in the pub, in my shop-less wilderness. And some chocolate. Obviously.
Cold turkey. Just in time for Christmas.