[li]There is a material item you desperately want, which is reasonably attainable.[/li][li]You have been wanting said item for an extended period of time.[/li][li]You want this item so badly that you must handle it every time you enter that store.[/li][li]You think about that item once or more on a daily basis.[/li][li]You don’t know for sure that you will actually use said item, if you had it, but your yearning for it is nearly unbearable.[/li][li]You feel you absolutely must have this item, or life as you know it, without the item, seems empty and meaningless[/li][/ul]
What is your item?
Mine is a leatherbound writing journal. Everytime I go in Barnes & Noble, I MUST hold it. I smell the sweet blissfull aroma of the leather. I fan the cream colored pages. I feeling the crisp edges of each page, while listening to the rustle as the pages flip. Sometimes, I go in the B&N for the specific reason of torturing myself over this heavenly object. I MUST have this journal! I have been obsessing over it for at least an entire year. It costs $35.00. I am afraid if I buy it, I won’t use it, even though I love to write. It’s almost TOO damn wonderful to desecrate by writing in it.
Ode to a Journal
Ohhhh my sweet, sweet journal… how thou dost torture my soul.
Thou mockest me as I lie in wait, dreaming of your elegant pages.
My heart cryeth out, and my soul burneth to attain you.
My fingers yearn to gracefully dance over you, my pen gliding as a veteran skater on the ice.
To have you, is to have you not. Yet not having you, is unbearable.
Ohhhh my sweet, sweet journal… how thou dost torture my soul.*