I think I just cured myself of “gear aquisistion syndrome” (GAS).
A strange thing happened to me today. Desire left my body.
A B&H catalogue duly/dutifully (pick whichever word you prefer) arrived in the mail. Even though I never ordered one. I thought I would open in anyway. If only to separate the polyethylene plastic covering from the paper so that I could recycle it properly.
Now I will admit that one of my past times is photography. And about the only money I spend these days is on food, clothes and work stuff…
Nevertheless, I am living in the first world. And first world people are told to buy. To consume. We’re hardwired for it from birth. From before birth even. We’re not even born yet and there are presents waiting for us. As we get older, they make “infant sized” shopping trolleys.That’s how bad it is.
So I obliged and flicked through the thing. All 340 pages.