When I spend some money on marked-down designer shwag, I start to feel guilty afterwards.
But only a "semi" adult because Mamma-bear agreed to make the purchases my early Chanukah presents.
But still, the guilt is some sign of growth, right?
It wasn't even that much money. Less than my monthly train pass (which isnt saying much, because the amount I pay to commute is a crime).
i still feel guilty. And also guilty because, (not-so) secretly- I dont have a burning desire to move out of my house anytime soon. I will, because I know theres a timestamp before I turn into a semi-loser. But damn, if I could live home forever, I probably would.
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