My Material Friend

So What's on my mind today? I honestly couldn't tell you what i've given my sole attention to. Was it the gorgeous Wallet i purchased this morning? Or the comfy ugg boots i've been wearing all afternoon? Or was it in fact "Sex & the city" which i mum happily bought (season 1) this morning and we have been watching this arvo?

No I don't believe it is any of these things. I'm a little mind blank and I don't really know why. I'm a little disorientated, which is a shock for someone of my age, but when it comes down to it, i'm really not quite sure what to write.

Columnists always arrive at the point they wish to make at the last minute. Their last sentence may be the only relevant text to their whole topic they had wished to conquer. So why is it so difficult to write an article, or a blog, perhaps even a simple email?

Today is full of women who... love... material... objects!



Is friendship a material object? Can friendship be bought? If it's so difficult to write does it mean we have no feeling? Is my rambling simply an excuse to publish again? or is it more than that? Am i doing this because i see my blog as... a friend?

Yes. It could be possible. It has happened before. Women make friends with material objects, just like men do. I'm sure you would have, at one point in your life, heard a man call his car his girl, or his gel his miracle? It's all the same.

I know that, i myself, do make friends with material objects, becoming attached to a point where i can't live without them. These include pieces of clothing, my computer and my plastic fantastic. I have, on occasion, said sorry to my bags, when i put too much in them.

So can you honestly say that you don't make friends with material objects?