Me in August 2006:
I’m in the department store and I see lots of pairs of gold pumps that I would love so much to wear with a bluegreen top. Janred tells me, “You don’t really want those.” And I agree. He could always tell if it’s not worth the thousand (heh, but as every store was on sale, it wouldn’t have cost me as much, but then again I didn’t get anything, causing me only more pain). Even more, he could tell if I really wanted something or not.
Then, we go to the men’s department where Janred stops and PICKS out a pair of 501’s. I am driven not to say anything because I know he’s been wanting a new pair of Levi’s ever since before we started going out, which is technically more than two years and a month ago. I’ve only been wanting those pumps ever since I saw them. Point is we stop being reasonable when we start to want. Just what is wrong with wanting?
