Me and My Never-Ending Wishlist (Online)
An Incomplete Love Story
I think thereās something magical about adding things to an online wishlist. For people who like window shopping, it becomes so convenient to stay away from the judgemental glares from the store employees.
I meanĀ , you can clearly see it in their eyes, that they know you are only there to 'look' at everything.
Well, my relationship with my wishlist started innocently enough. It was probably about 10 years ago when my heart skipped a bit faster, upon seeing a pair of steeletoes heels - inside a showroom. My wishlist was still an infant at that time.
Even though I knew that I would never be able to walk or probably not even be able to stand wearing those, yet my heart would always take me towards that unattainable piece of pair.
And it didn't just end there. Then there were books that I knew I would never read. Even there were fancy-gadgets that I kept liking from time to time and wished to buy them , right from first sight.
But like all great love stories, it didnāt stay simple for long.
The Wishlist That Grew Legs
Before I knew it, my wishlist had a life of its own. It gradually grew it's legs, arms, and probably a few internal organs, because itās now a fully-fledged monster.
Of course, it got more place to grow inside the personal space of 'online' shopping apps.
Every time I scroll through it, I wonder how on earth I thought I needed a portable watermelon slicer or an dish washing device( which probably noone has heard of before).
Yet, there they are, sitting proudly in my list like Iām planning for some bizarre future where Iām a watermelon- dishwasher loving owner.
The Temptation of Sales
Ohhh! and then there are the sales. Nothing fans the flames of this unrequited love like a 50%-80% off banner flashing across the screen.
Suddenly, that overpriced toaster I donāt need seems like a steal deal. I would start feeling like, āIād be losing money if I don't buy it.ā
I tell myself, adding it to my wishlist with a sense of satisfaction that can only be compared to finishing a marathon.
To be more specific - 'A marathon of questionable financial decisionsā.
The Never-Ending Love Story
But now I have come to accept that this is a love story without a happily ever after.
My wishlist and I are in a perpetual state of longingāforever separated by the harsh reality of my bank account.
Sure, I could buy everything on that list, but then Iād have to live with a toaster without breadĀ , a refrigerator (as big as the size of a room) without food and an air conditioner without electricity. Only to pay my bills by eating puffed rice-water and living without electricity - literally living penniless for the next one year.
So, what can a person do? Well, I have decided to embrace this digital romance for what it isāwhich is a constant reminder that I have champagne tastes on a tap water budget.
My wishlist is a list of my āto-buyā dreams, both ridiculous and practical, that may or may not ever come true.
But you know what? Thatās okay, I guess. Because in the end, the chase is half the fun. Besides, I wouldnāt know actually what to do with a portable watermelon slicer anyway.
So, my dear wishlist, our love story remains incompleteābut maybe thatās just the way how it is meant to be.