The glorious part about being an adult is the simple fact that, now that I make my own money, I can buy what I want. The horrible fact about being an adult is the simple fact that, now that I make my own money, I have bought everything that I want.

All week long, I have been looking at all of the Black Friday deals and all I can think is, I don’t want any of that. That’s a horrible feeling, people! I should be craving things! I should be compiling a list of crap that I want, but can’t have. But nope! I’m not doing any of that. I’m sitting around going, Got that. Don’t need that. Not interested in that. Meh. Meh. Meh.

I am a very privileged person. It’s quite nice that I have everything that I need. It’s also somewhat freeing to think that I don’t want anything more than what I have. I can tick off a list of things that I want and I go buy them. This is much to the chagrin of my family, who never know what to buy me for Christmas. Even the things that I still want are things that I can buy so that I never have to buy them again!

For example, my lifelong goal is to buy an outfit that I can wear every single day and never have to think about wearing anything other than that. For example: