Secret time: shopping makes me feel better. I don’t actually like spending money (which may be news to my parents), but the act of going to a store and seeing what they have to offer is weirdly cathartic.
I was feeling really bad one day, and I needed a few odds and ends from the Dollar Store, so I thought I’d kill two birds with one stone, and indulge a little. After all, there are worse places to spend money than a shop where everything’s a dollar or less.
The store’s fabulous for little knickknacks and home goods, and also for lead-based paint. The most peculiar/surreal moments were when you find name-brand goods tucked up next to soup mix from Chef Swagger’s Kitchen. We found one warning sign repeated in several areas of the store saying that certain named products were known to cause, among other things, cancer. This warning was posted next to things like dishes, as well as several kinds of medicine, which really put a damper on the proceedings. It’s not like these things weren’t being sold, either; they were pretty picked over. It really speaks to the state of US medical coverage when people need medicine so badly that they’re willing to risk it giving them cancer. So that made me sadder, and also really grateful that I had the means to buy cancer-free medication. And cancer-free plates. And food that looked like food. And it made me want to work harder at helping others, so that they could have the opportunities to afford these things I have access to.
And then I found Jurassic World-themed Band-Aids, and my friend discovered the book section, which boasted classics such as: an Irish romance novel compilation, the literary version of a chick flick, and a book in the series about the Mayan Calendar heralding the end of the world. So our mood was lifted once more.
Sidenote: I started at least four sentences with the word “and,” which I’m pretty sure is some form of literary sin, but I also discovered a new philanthropic mission/life goal while emotional shopping, which might make it even out? Who knows? This is stressful. I need to go emotional shopping again.
I have no idea what I'm doing.