Monday, June 1, 2009

The Paycheck

by Twistedknickers

My soon-to-be twenty six year old son still lives with me. I don't have a real problem with that, although I fear going into his room. He has accumulated so much stuff that there isn't room for another thing.

Yet? He had over $500 discretionary income last week, and spent it in two days. I get that. He never really had any amount of money before to spend exactly how he wanted to, and to buy the things that he really wanted. Also? He enjoys the activity of shopping.

He showed me his purchases, after much coaxing, because really, showing them to people is part of the fun of shopping, isn't it?

Maybe not so much in his case.

He shopped for his alter ego. The girl. He bought two pairs of shoes (cuter shoes than I have had), two or three purses, make-up, two watches, and a fancy deodorant that cost over $20.

I thought he would buy a new camera, or crap for his computer. When I think of it, why should he? That's the kind of crap I give him for his birthday. I never buy him girly things. Not that I have a problem with that. It's just that nobody else can really buy that shit for me, so why do I think I can for him?

Seriously, though. If he has another small things shopping spree, I fear his room will burst at the seams and disgorge all of its contents into the hall.

I live in fear.

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