thought bucket

I love REI.  I like to think that I don’t care about fashion or image like “those” people, but today I went into Dick’s Sports Authority Chalet and tried every which way to justify in my mind paying over $100 for a North Face killer fleece.  Honestly, I want the label.  I could care less about Armani, mostly because it’s way out of my price range and therefore pretentious.  But North Face is just out of my reach, I mean, it’s right there, teasing me, tempting me, telling me how much better of an outdoorsmen I’d be if only my clothes said North Face, or Marmot, which I think is the less pretentious North Face.  North Face is for Yuppies though, I tell myself.  North Face is for those looser, wannabe campers from the city who can only light a fire with a duraflame and a $30 zippo.  It’s for the pretenders, the fancy people who think of camping as a hobby.  For people who don’t crap in the woods. (Finally found where that stupid Pope in the woods joke comes from…thanks uncyclopedia specifically here, some content inappropriate)  But it’s also for the serious people who climb Everest.  And maybe that’s where my heart, well, ego, gets courted.  Somewhere deep down in there I’m the little camper who wants to be taken seriously and thinks that if I have the right branded equipment it’ll convince me of having what I really want, which is actual confidence.  How do you get that?  Anyone?

Hmm.  On a lighter note: a follow up to my last post.  This is also very, very bad.  I’m embarrassed and just plain appalled.  I want to simultaneously make fun of someone and vomit.