So it doesn’t help that I’m becoming addicted to this blog, not to mention already being addicted to the internet (add in high speed internet now and I’m a lost cause!). I’m quite pathetic on many levels.
See, when I was younger I always felt like anything with “eyes” had feelings- yes, meaning all my stuffed animals and toys. They all had names and I was guilty for days if I were to put them in one of our many annual yard sales. I still have a box of my stuffed animals in my basement under the stairs- I’d feel guilty to “give them away”.
Ok so heres the real story. I bought this shirt at Target. I have been buying a lot of clothes at T and I usually have no hesitation to return something if I don’t like it or don’t like how it washed. So this green tank top- I bought it to wear to graduation, but I washed it and it is still waaay long (torso-wise) and it is knotted at the boobs and under the knot it kind of pooches out. I didn’t wear it to graduation and I really don’t know that I’ll wear it that much. So, I pack it up with the reciept and the tag and put it in the Fe to take back. I was leaving work today going to Target and was trying to think of an excuse for why I am returning it. I had settled on telling them that it shrunk up, but then this wave of guilt washed over me. Fully knowing there really isn’t anything wrong with this shirt, I pictured this poor tank top getting sent back to the company and tossed b/c it is “defective”. Isn’t that pathetic? I then started to feel bad for all the other clothes I’ve returned just because I didn’t like how they washed up. So, I did not return the shirt. It will probably hang in my closet until next summer and I’ll ship it off to the resale store. *sigh* What is wrong with my head?
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