Materialistic Self Essay
Autor: kierstenholder • February 26, 2012 • Essay • 805 Words (4 Pages) • 1,293 Views
Sometimes, I like to think materialistic people make me sick. Sometimes, I pretend to not be able to believe how that girl just spent over a hundred dollars on that new outfit. Sometimes, I tell myself that things with monetary value don’t mean anything to me. And then other times, I’m completely honest with myself.
I’ll reflect on my day and honestly think how pathetic it is that I spend over half my time on my phone. How I own forty pairs of shoes but I still only wear the ones that you can clearly see the name brand on. How every morning I’ll wake up and straighten my hair just to put it in a ponytail or put on makeup just to go to my 8 am class. And yet, every single day I do the same things. I have the same routine, I wear the same Ugg boots, and I read the same magazines about how I’m supposed to look and how I’m supposed to find the nicest guy to take me out on a date.
My phone. I have a smartphone, an Android to be specific. Every day when someone comments on my phone or asks me what kind it is, I’ll brag about it and make up excuses about why Android is better than an iPhone, and every day I know it’s only because I don’t have an iPhone and I’m jealous of the people that do.
My laptop. I literally spend more than half of my day on my laptop. I’ll sit on Facebook from eight or nine at night until one or two in the morning, doing absolutely nothing productive. Being counterproductive, if anything, by procrastinating work I could be getting a head start on or by avoiding cleaning my room or doing laundry because I’d rather look at this computer screen and scroll up and down, hit refresh, look at her pictures, judge his profile page, post something irrelevant and overdramatic about my day, and repeat. It really is pathetic, and I cannot believe I waste my time like that, but I do it every night.
Then, there are the times during the day where I’ll be on my laptop just to check what’s going on in the virtual world, maybe in between classes or before I go to dinner, and then I’ll get off just too immediately
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