Just my sentiments

I dislike commercialism. It cradles an enormous amount of human greed and ambition. I'm the girl you see sitting on any available chair in Marks & Spencer or Espirit, reading a Time magazine or a book. I invite curious glances I know but I get a kick from disrupting the inner flow of the materialistic sanctuary.

Before I walk into a shopping centre, I feel good about myself. I'm perfectly contented with what I have. But then something catches my eye and I begin to doubt this identity. I think, maybe having that would give me voluminous amounts of satisfaction. I think of the possibilities that would go with it. I have to consciously shrug this off. I refuse to be sucked into their whirlwind of material goods. That being said, I don't deny that I am guilty of materialism sometimes. Still, no one should claim to be a victim of advertising. Yes, it's pervasive but you make the decision to step into a shopping centre. You're an alcoholic trying to go cold turkey, hanging out at the bar. So here's a reminder of what we wear may not just adorn us, but actually objectify us, causing us to be mere counters in this boardgame of capitalism, with the ability to spend.