On the way to the RTAThere are some things that you know and some things that you simply don’t, but the one thing that I definitely know is myself. However, I still managed to surprise myself sometimes.
The other day, I was grocery shopping with my mother and I was pushing the trolley walking slight ahead of her when suddenly, she barked out for all other shoppers to hear:
“Pull up your pants; everyone can see your underwear”
“Are they Calvin Klein?”“Yes”
“Doesn’t matter then”I also surprised myself when I decided to by a car. Not being anything close to normal, I email someone they replied and I simply just said yes, in the phantom blue colour. I had just bought a car off the internet without looking at it in much detail and in a colour that I’m developing a love hate relationship to.
Even the delivery of the vehicle was seamless:
“Sign here. And here. And here”
“Is that it?”“Yes”
“Should I check the car”“Its around the back, let me show you”
“That’s alright. Just bring it out front”
On the way to open my mail boxI can become quite indecisive when making big decisions and when it comes to others, I make them on a whim, such as buying a new car. But around this time 2 years ago, I made a decision that today, is probably one of the best choices I ever made and certainly one that has brought me profound and significant happiness.
That decision was deciding to ditch my free student Mastercard and enter the realm of Visa through the world’s largest bank. A decision that was made after careful research and one I considered a safe choice.
But every year around the anniversary date, I get a little package from the bank that just makes me extremely happy.
This year, I got a silver colour envelope. Not sure where it was from, I flipped the envelope over and in the bottom left hand corner, one little word made the happiest person around – Platinum. Last year, I thought I had it all when the bank asked me to join their Gold club. This year, I know I have made it when they invited me to join their Platinum club.
Dreams do come true because 3 years ago around this time, I had a dream being invited to a Platinum credit card. And now, my dream is to see a hand delivered velvet lined wooden box containing a little black card.
On the way to buy photocopy paper
Insanity can best be described as the mental state where all logic and sense fails. For someone people, this ailment can be prolonged, for otherwise, it can be momentary or possibly instantaneous.
I had a few the momentary insanity periods the other day. After spending the morning realising my printer was out of paper, I debated with myself whether or not it was worth the trek up to work to steal a ream of paper. So naturally, I got changed and proceeded my weekday trek to work on a weekend. Half way there, logic and sense prevailed. What happens if someone else is there and they see me stealing blank paper or worse, I had nothing to carry it in. So logic and sense told me to abandon that just as I was on Market Street.
But they soon left me as a few minutes later, I found myself staring down the stairs of the gleaming David Jones food hall looking for free samples to avoid paying for lunch. I strode past the wine section but insanity told me to stop. Fortunately for me, I only left David Jones with a bottle of Moet and Veuve as logic and sense told me to put the Dom and Krug back on the shelf.
Still in need of paper, I talked myself into resuming my hunt of the free paper using the David Jones shopping bag as a decoy. But alas, insanity led me up the steps into the new Burberry store. If it wasn’t for the gorgeous streams of sunlight, I would have walked out of there with a black umbrella that cost more than the average weekly wage.
The sale sign outside of Hugo Boss didn’t help either. I left there with a new belt, but logic and sense told me to get it.
Now in desperate need of food and paper, I did what any same person would do and walked to Woolworths, picked up the cheapest ream of paper and the cheapest loaf of bread and proceed home.
I’m not sure if these moments of insanity will eventually become periods of insanity, but it is something I hope to work out in my upcoming visit to the psychiatrist.
