sigh

yesterday during a rare lull period at work, i spent my time checking out books from bookdespository.co.uk. since they were books that i couldn’t find/would be exorbitant in singapore, it was very pleasing to look at my order form and feel this weird sense of anticipation for when they arrive at my doorstep. and since i was feeling happy about it, i decided to share my joy..only to be met with a judgmental “WAH!” (no prizes for guessing who) after being interrogated on “are they cheap” and “how many did you buy”. i could literally see the mental sums (on how much i spent) being done.

the answers to the 2 questions are: no they are not that cheap, at least $17 per book, and i bought 11 books; hence the aforementioned reaction. i felt like as though i had to justify myself, and my mom doesn’t even expect this of me now that i’m working. i’m not a spendthrift, and i save a significant portion of my salary each month, BUT WHY DO I HAVE TO EXPLAIN MY PURCHASES, and WHY AM I BEING MADE TO FEEL GUILTY!! must be dirt cheap then can buy is it

sorry for my (temporary, but recurrent) angst