A big ball of knots

Today was a day of being out among people. These days are usually terrible. I worried so much about the future that my left boob started to hurt in sympathy. Worry really isn’t productive; all it does is make you procrastinate more because you fear imperfect results. Or something.

I really like stripes. I’m on a quest to collect All The Striped Clothes. Stripes are so relaxing. And they look so pretty. Sort of minimalist and clean. So pretty. I’m not particular about color when it comes to stripes. Black and white or navy and white are probably the most ubiquitous but I like all kinds of combinations. Because stripes. Even writing about stripes just now has calmed me down. Stripes.

I’m going through a new Life Phase where I ‘like clothes’. It’s horrifying because I used to hate clothes because of how decrepit I looked in them. I used to collect books but now I have moved on to acquiring a nice and minimalist wardrobe made up of clothes that I really really like. I have to love all of the outfits or I wont buy them, is the guiding principle. So far, I have a 19'x16'x12' ish box for my clothes. That’s length, breadth, and height, respectively. It’s not very big but I like all of the clothes in it so it’s very satisfying.

I’ve decided that my book buying ban is eternal. Like the night or like the darkness in my soul. It’s not that I’ve come to hate books but I’ve realized that my subliminal goal was to Own All The Books Ever Published and that’s why I was buying books so indiscriminately. I mean, it’s a goal that was destined to fail even before it started because I have only very limited funds. It was madness. But unless I replace my discworld books with the fancy Gollancz Discworld collector’s editions, I’m afraid that I’ve pretty much given up on the Collection of Books forever. It’s a good thing, ultimately. She says unconvincingly. Books are pretty but at what cost. Nothing good ever comes out of them. Books. Ugh.

They say that denial (of consumerism) is good but also lying is better.

I really wish ASOS was cheaper. They have beautiful stripes. I also like plaid but nothing plaid has ever made me look like I had anything to offer to the world so I like stripes better.

*cheats on this window with another tab*

Merely thinking about stripes made me go back to ASOS to look at the stripes. It’s kind of relaxing, this internet window shopping. Stripes are a beautiful but unaffordable aesthetic choice that I’ll never give up on.