Can one get depressed from the excess of ... play-things?
Today I lost myself in one very depressing shop. The Toy Shop. I believe that big supermarket-kind toys retailers should be banned. Demolished. Enclosed with the barb wires. At least there should be rule in place – "Do Not Enter With Children! Save Your Kids or Your Wallet!" Honestly. You know, last time I’ve been to the toy shop was like – never. But I had to do some toy shopping this time to buy presents for my nieces and nephews, whom I’ll meet very soon. Maybe it is me being out-of-touch, but I’ve spent an hour in the huge Castle of Temptations, Mommy's Money Trap, Evil Toys R Us...and in the end…did I buy anything?! Ha! I wish! How on earth one can ever make a choice between hundreds of dull-eyed Barbie's, each one – one of a kind. Barbie – princess, Barbie- mermaid, Barbie – disco-thing, and what-not...Barbie in pyjamas, in Hawaii dress, in winter’s attire, in jeans, in wedding dress, with blue eyes, green eyes, brown eyes and even with a purple eyes! blond, black-haired, ginger and other unidentified shades of hues...Kilometers of shelves with dolls and all of them - with the wild desire to be bought in their eyes– this was a nightmare, I tell you. Barbie dolls loom at me from everywhere now! Help!
Also – transformers…I don’t know what kind of twisted mindset one should have to come up with the design for those ”things” (and I couldn’t even figure out what these initial and final monsters supposed to be – Humans? Animals? Aliens?) I even started to feel sorry for our kids - no wonder they grow up in stress, if they have to be taken to such places! Imagine the pressure of limitless choice in such a tender age! I felt sorry for myself too for being overwhelmed with the abundance of pinnacles of every child’s desires and leaving shop empty handed…oh well, maybe next time when I’ll venture on the expedition into toy wilderness again, at least I’ll buy that little cute baby-monkey that was looking at me from the top shelf and begging “take me home”. Of course, I’ll buy it for myself.
Today I lost myself in one very depressing shop. The Toy Shop. I believe that big supermarket-kind toys retailers should be banned. Demolished. Enclosed with the barb wires. At least there should be rule in place – "Do Not Enter With Children! Save Your Kids or Your Wallet!" Honestly. You know, last time I’ve been to the toy shop was like – never. But I had to do some toy shopping this time to buy presents for my nieces and nephews, whom I’ll meet very soon. Maybe it is me being out-of-touch, but I’ve spent an hour in the huge Castle of Temptations, Mommy's Money Trap, Evil Toys R Us...and in the end…did I buy anything?! Ha! I wish! How on earth one can ever make a choice between hundreds of dull-eyed Barbie's, each one – one of a kind. Barbie – princess, Barbie- mermaid, Barbie – disco-thing, and what-not...Barbie in pyjamas, in Hawaii dress, in winter’s attire, in jeans, in wedding dress, with blue eyes, green eyes, brown eyes and even with a purple eyes! blond, black-haired, ginger and other unidentified shades of hues...Kilometers of shelves with dolls and all of them - with the wild desire to be bought in their eyes– this was a nightmare, I tell you. Barbie dolls loom at me from everywhere now! Help!
Also – transformers…I don’t know what kind of twisted mindset one should have to come up with the design for those ”things” (and I couldn’t even figure out what these initial and final monsters supposed to be – Humans? Animals? Aliens?) I even started to feel sorry for our kids - no wonder they grow up in stress, if they have to be taken to such places! Imagine the pressure of limitless choice in such a tender age! I felt sorry for myself too for being overwhelmed with the abundance of pinnacles of every child’s desires and leaving shop empty handed…oh well, maybe next time when I’ll venture on the expedition into toy wilderness again, at least I’ll buy that little cute baby-monkey that was looking at me from the top shelf and begging “take me home”. Of course, I’ll buy it for myself.