Existential Crisis Shopping on Black Friday
This post contains lethal doses of sarcasm if read irresponsibly.
It is roughly the 182636336484736th Bespoke Post ad that has popped up on my Instagram feed, all because I thought their overnight bag and knife set looked cool. I like to think of myself as a modern man who likes the occasional nice thing because I do give a damn, so I suppose I fit the precise mold of their target audience. I cave into the consumerist impulses that have been ingrained into every American, for we love returning to the troth for another helping of oatmeal slop. I order a subscription box for a reasonable $40/month.
A week later, the order arrives at my doorstep and it is everything as advertised. I have myself a new overnight bag and I feel slightly more urbane and sophisticated. But I don’t feel any happier than I did before. How much is enough? Is there a threshold, a correlation between accumulation and fulfillment? Are billionaires really unhappy or is this a lie the plebs tell themselves to take comfort in our ennui? Is there no end to where the capitalist engine will take us? What is the point of all this?
Oh… Bose wireless headphones are on sale for $200! GIMME!