once every couple months i get it into my head that i need to PURCHASE AN OBJECT or SEVERAL OBJECTS and these obscenely useless objects will anoint me as a Real Put Together Type Human Person and all of a sudden i will like, understand bills and know how to vegetables and be able to make a phone call, if only i had in my possession:
a luggage set, olde timey, with a hatbox and maybe a monogram that doesn’t match my initials to show i’m classy but not too classy
a Signature Scent (i can usually keep this up three months max)
the One Blazer to Rule Them All, preferably white or black tweed maybe with rose gold accents, but i’m not particular
cookware, idk what cookware but like... maybe it matches? some ladles that hang from the ceiling? in this fantasy i know how to cook literally anything and also i care about cooking, which in regular life i do not
WITHOUT FAIL these delusions crop up every couple months, usually when i am a towering monster of anxiety and familial expectations -- this week it has been back to my old friend, the luggage set. do i need a luggage set? fuck no. i rarely if ever travel with both hand luggage and checked luggage, what is the point, it is 2015 and airlines are charging me per follicle, and yet here i sit browsing hardcase carryons and melting, thanks obama