Commitment?

This is a little deep on the heels of the 100% guilt free page, but I can’t help thinking about it.

See, I realized today as I locked my gym locker that I was using my lock from HIGH SCHOOL! Yes, I once secured my Geometry text with the same Master that now holds my dear Blackberry while I sweat on that damn Precor machine. (Was that label name dropping? If only I got free stuff like celebrities. Damn.)

Also, every morning I hit the snooze on the clock-radio (that tells you how old it is-who has radios?) alarm that my mom bought me in 7th grade-when she got tired of waking me herself. 7th grade. That’s a lot of years ago.

It has never occured to me to get a new lock. It is old and dingy but it works. And I am so desperately in love with the soothing beeps of my alarm that no matter how ugly and battered it gets, or how many buttons it’s missing (snooze is the only one left.)I will never replace it. I have aesthetic taste. I like a well decorated room. But I will not part with my alarm clock-no matter the decor changes.

Two things. That’s it. I can’t think of anything I have had that long (except Kevin,
and some days…) that I haven’t replaced or desperately sought to replace. I have had more phones, digital cameras, cars, furniture, shoes (hell-houses!-you get the picture)in my lifetime than I should have been allowed.

Why? Why can’t I be as happy with my perfectly good purse as I am with my way-outdated clock radio? I need help.

Or maybe I should try buying everything made by Master.

Hmmm….