My Brain Is On Fire With Irrational Need
On my birthday two years ago I eyed my modest pile of presents and grabbed the largest of the bunch. After lustily ripping off the wrapping, I was thrilled to behold the mighty power of a Timbuk2 laptop Messenger starring back at me. My audaciously colored orange and yellow bag (I’m quite fond of orange) has been good to me in the ensuing years. It’s even survived my recent switch from a 14-inch iBook to a 15.4-inch MacBook Pro. The fit’s snug but safe. I’d highly recommend any Timbuk2 product, quality goods from a quality company.
Replacing my beloved Timbuk2 was a remote possibility a day ago, but after running into this MacNN review of Tom Bihn’s Super Ego Laptop Bag (love the name) I’ve been kung-fu fighting a gnawing desire to consume. It’s vociferously eating away my resistance like a hungry Ebola virus. The echo in my head goes,
Buy it, Buy it, Buy it, Buy it God dammit it! Of course you don’t need it. No one needs it. But you’ll be a better writer if you get it. You’ll channel Hemingway and Joyce with this sweetie swinging from your shoulder. You’ll be God with a fountain pen. Buy it, Buy it, Buy it Now God DAMMIT!
Irrational need can be so insistent. I’d like to say I’ll win this battle, ride out the jones and hope it’s replaced by reflective wisdom but once the capitalistic flu gets its hooks in ya it’s hard one to shake. I typically stop resisting and accept assimilation, transforming into Veruca Salt hopped up on methamphetamine and wanton lust. Orange juice and chicken soup don’t pacify this bugger.
But just look at it will ya? It’s sooooo perty.
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