I do a lot of stupid things, some of which I attribute to being overworked, exhausted, stressed to breaking point, lack of personal time and space, etc. But then there are really just plain ol' stupid, lights on-no one home, things. I thought I'd share some of them with you...
1. Why do I think that I can go into a Target and get only that which I need, i.e., toilet paper, vacuum bags, batteries, etc.?
2. Why do I rationalize going into Target for said items by saying to myself that Target is so much cheaper than the supermarket when I have never even bothered to see what I pay for these items?
3. Why do I have a serious compulsion to buy things at Target when they have those little orange markdown stickers even if I don't need them or have a place for them?
4. Why can I not leave Target without spending $100 on ...well, I don't know what I bought...where's that receipt?
5. What is so attractive about a red bullseye?
(okay, no more Target)
6. Why do I go into restaurants where they have TVs and sit there, mouth open, staring at a stupid screen that I cannot hear showing some sports event I couldn't care less about? I barely watch my TV at home....what gives?
7. Why do I still judge a book by it's cover knowing full well that photoshop and a crafty publisher can make the worst written crap look good?
8. Why do I bring that glass of Diet Coke to bed with me each night only to wake up to a full glass of flat Diet Coke on my nightstand the next morning?
9. Why do I still think, after being late to just about everything in my life, that I can get out bed and get ready 15 minutes before I have to leave the house?
10. Why do I buy self-help books when clearly they are not working?
Just being a little introspective this evening...Gotta go now. It's bedtime and I haven't poured my Diet Coke yet.
Love to all!
Saturday, July 26, 2008
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4 comments:
You need to take me to Target with you and I will assure you the whole time that you NEED everything in Target. you NEED it.
when you figure out the answer, write your own self help book -- and then you can shop at Target til your heart's content!
Madge, I am SO NOT taking you to Target with me...you're like that little red devil on my shoulder..
phd- I'm not sure anyone would notice if I wrote a selfhelp book since there are so many on the shelves as it is...I just don't think I could compare with Dr. Phil's bright, shiny bald head.
I agree with phd, and you would be funny!
Target: I don't shop much--anywhere. But if I happen to, Target is where I go. It's just a disaster. Just that $1 section alone can kill me. Like I NEED anything there!
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