Shopping

I’m particular about my things. Let me rephrase; the objects I choose to buy and let into my life go through a rigorous vetting process. They must meet a specific set of qualifications that I can’t qualify but I know it when I see it. Everything is carefully curated and taken into my orbit to seamlessly combine with my aura. My rings, trinkets, jeans, pillows; everything is intentional. It’s tedious—I know—especially when I can’t wait for the thing to find me, so I must go on a witch hunt and scour the city for the perfect thingamajig. I must confess, there have been multiple occasions when I’ve spent over an hour inside Goods for the Study looking at the same 15 notebooks trying to decide which lines have better spacing, the right margins, and a cover that isn’t too millennial. Writing without lines is setting myself up for disappointment and slanted sentences. I can’t write in a straight line; I can hardly walk in a straight line and dots are just suggestions. My struggles to find that perfect thing is a direct result of my inefficient shopping methods. Why would I methodically go through each item when I can wander around aimlessly looking at random parts of the store? Oh, one last thing and then I swear to god I’ll shut up about this forever, I am not partnered with Goods for the Study or McNally Jackson Booksellers, but if they’re interested I wouldn’t be opposed.