Friend 1: Why do you want a music player? You have a music xpress phone, just put a 4GB memory card? How many will you carry around? Why are you buying this?
Me: Because its so cute!
Friend 1: (Speechless)
Friend 2: Buy the Ipod man, awesome music clarity,why are you buying this?
Me: Because its cho cute!
Friend 2: (Speechless)
Friend 3: Now that you are hell bent on buying this, go for the 8GB one.
Me: they don’t have 8GB in this design and this is so cute.
Friend 3: (Speechless)
Love they say numbs your senses to logic. (see arguments above)
Love makes you lose sleep as you obsess about the object of your affection(3 days of furious googling in every conceivable tech forum)
I am a salesman’s dream. Like Mumbai Diva had written, when I see something I like (particularly if its on sale) I stand there and think about how the world will collapse if I don’t buy this right now. If I can’t for some reason buy the object of my affection that very moment I think and obsess over it till in my imagination it almost acquires super natural powers. (Like this pair of pumps I couldn’t buy because the store closed for the day. In my obsessive dreams wearing them would instantly make me rival Katrina Kaif)
I also know how many of them are still waiting to be touched after the purchase.(Leather jacket at 50% off. Who wears leather jacket near the tropics? What do I think I am –a biker chick?)
But till going to shopping rehab becomes fashionable its me and my mozaic err…muzik.