The biggest problem to this is that i tend to forget exactly what i wanted to share. After years of keeping my observations/muses/ thoughts to myself its odd to actually sit and type out some of them (some due to the fact that there will always be some things that never make it out of the maze)
ANYWAYS
from what i can remember i wanted to post about how i shopped at a thrift store the other day. Not that special right? -.- but yet so wrong.
My whole life i can remember shopping at thrift stores.(and by thrift stores i DO NOT mean the good will, that place is at least semi reasonable at times, no i am referring to the odd shops that dedicate most of their minuscule profits to some humanitarian effort type stores.) Or more of being drug from "smelly" store to "stinky" store with whoever happened to have guardianship of me at the time. I HATED it. but never complained or was too obstinate about it- rather i just busied myself by trying to find buried treasure in the mountains of semi organized junk. I was always super ashamed of always buying there. i don't know why, or what sort of reason i ever had for this dislike or a truer word would be prejudice toward the thrift stores. i just never liked them.
But something about today changed that. I went in expecting to meander around as normal, appear like i was looking for something and then slip out and explain to my mom that there was "nothing" there.
However as i entered the store and started to make my initial circle i saw the "deals" sign : "70% off all clothing" - at first i tried to ignore it and continue with my acting but then i through, i have nothing to loose. - and that was all it took. With that thought in mind i started looking a little closer at the racks of jeans, sizing them up to see if any of them might fit me, both physically and my style. after pretty much no time i found my section selected several pairs and went to the changing rooms. Some fit, some didn't. I nit picketed through them and finally decided on a couple that were worth the couple bucks. I reasoned that in the end as a college student and currently unemployed i really didn't have the amount of pride it took to stick to my guns and refuse this opportunity.
I guess the conclusion of this whole adventure of shopping at a "smelly" store, looking through trying on clothes, and then ultimately buying clothes, reminded me of how things change. Growing up isn't about all the independence, personal opinions, and rebellion. Rather, at least for me, it is about re-examining the past and my previous "opinions" and realizing the realities of life.
I think I'm finally growing up - and about time.
Elizabeth Taylor
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