I’m one of those weirdoes that in spite of whatever I may say, occasionally indulge in the insanity known as Black Friday. Throughout the year, the closer it gets to November and Thanksgiving, I assess things that I either need, want, or both. Over the last few years, in participating in Black Friday deal-seeking, I have come out with a variety of items, such as an Xbox, a Shop-Vac for my garage, and the stereo system in my bedroom, among various other things.
Whenever I succeed at getting the rare items and the things that I want, I am filled with an overwhelming sense of accomplishment, victory and smugness. In the instances that I have failed to get the things that I want, I am upset, disappointed, and swear to never participate in Black Fridays ever again. But typically, I do.
This year is kind of different, though. I don’t have a very extensive list of things that I think I want or need; sure there are a few things, but nothing extravagant really, and nothing that seems to be an insanity doorbuster by any means. I have my televisions, I have an Xbox, I have my gadgets; among the things that usually cause people to trample each other or shoot each other in parking lots, I’ve already got.