Last updated on September 9th, 2014 at 10:28 pm
Sometimes, growing up will hit you in the strangest ways. Some are obvious, like the changes we undergo during puberty. Some not so much, such as the so-called “quarter-life crisis”, where we have all these post-secondary graduates with an expensive piece of paper in their hands but no clue of what to do next.
But sometimes, it might be even MORE subtle – it won’t be how we look or how we act… sometimes it will be as simple as the things we buy and the things we use to fill our schedules.
There was once a time, for example, where I held the magazine on a pedestal – Complex for instance. I’d be at the newsstand every other month waiting to get the next issue, entranced by bright colours, slick street styles, and of course the double monthly cover if you dared to flip the issue over.
So I’d meticulously collect issues.
To the point where I’d buy them because I thought they were cool, not necessarily because they had good articles or content. When I picked up an issue recently, I flipped through – and found out that I’d outgrown Complex.
It just didn’t reflect who I was anymore, and I hadn’t noticed the change. Almost (what seemed like) overnight, I’d become an Esquire reader. Men’s Health. Sharp. I’ve long since edged by way out of the 18-25 age bracket, and it would appear that my tastes and preferences have adapted to accommodate.
I think it’s important to do a self-check time and again to make sure that the actions we take reflect who we are NOW, not who we THINK we are. Some questions to ask yourself:
- Am I actually going to use it?
- When’s the last time I looked at it or used something similar to it?
- What could I use my money for instead? *If you buy it, will you just have to buy it again? Could you just buy a higher-quality version once?
Money doesn’t grow on trees, and you don’t have all the time in the world. Do it right the first time and invest in the right things so you don’t end up regretting it later.
So stop buying useless crap. It’s called that for a reason!
—Casey E. Palmer