I don't care about Black
Friday.
Now, I love shopping as much as the next girl, but I was never
crazy about the idea of getting lost in a crowd filled with
people frantically grabbing for superficial objects mere hours
after they supposedly stepped back, took a good look at their
lives, and gave thanks for all that they have. But I think the
other reason I'm a bit apathetic toward holiday shopping
this year altogether is because none of the things I want this
year are actually things. As far as material stuff
goes, I have a ton: the finest electronics, a closet and
drawers filled with cute clothes, bags and boxes of makeup, the
most ah-dorable bedroom like, evah - I really
don't need anything, any things. Rather, instead
of asking for another pair of yoga pants, I'm asking for
"things" that can't be purchased in any store or
off of any website. I want my grandma to get better, and soon.
I want better grades. I want the reassurance that I'm going
to have a wonderful future. But I'd like to have a little
less homework sometimes. I want a free weekend. I wish I could
spend more time with my friends. Maybe I'd like a boyfriend
that's witty, cute, and willing to support me through all
of my high school stress - I don't particurarly
need one at this age, but it'd be nice. I want to
be able to handle whatever's thrown at me. I want to see a
better world. I want a lot of things, but I don't want
things. I just want good health and happiness. And
love, which, as the Beatles once sang, money can't buy.
Yeah, life is expensive, but when you really think about it,
it's also priceless. $