So I’ve bought my first me-thing. The thing that is advertised for a “mono” use. Some sort of gadget that allows you to take holiday pictures of yourself without harassing other tourists and risking the quality of picture, risking to be out of focus and risking your camera itself. The idea is embarrassingly simple: it is a telescopic stick with the standard tripod screw. But of course, somebody had to commercialise this idea, for which I am thankful. The “monopod” was delivered to me today and while I played with it for a bit, it suddenly occurred to me that I’ve found and purchased my First Single's Gadget. That spoiled the excitement, of course. Which doesn’t make the gadget less useful though. I might’ve bought it anyway even if my life wouldn’t change upside down. So there. Now I am obliged to be happy. And I am. In my own happy-odd way. 
I have also just spent an unspeakable amount of money on the exclusive me-vacation. It feels even worse, believe me. I never spent such indecent sum just on myself. It makes me uncomfortable and for some reason embarrassed…and to think of it: why on earth do I have to feel embarrassed??? I am not taking money from the family - there isn't one anymore…I’m not spending the life-time savings for house improvement, there might be no house to improve anyway.... I’m not even wasting them on something ridiculously stupid and totally unnecessary, like red ferrary or a helicopter lessons... I booked a vacation, flights and hotels, that’s all. I need to get away because it’s been a long time and because it’s been a difficult time…Frankly I am running away from this house because the house becomes too emotional...I’m doing this for me and yet I feel guilty for doing it…I definitely have to learn how to treat myself with the nice things. I hope that with time I will be able to read about my silly qualms and laugh at them.
I have also just spent an unspeakable amount of money on the exclusive me-vacation. It feels even worse, believe me. I never spent such indecent sum just on myself. It makes me uncomfortable and for some reason embarrassed…and to think of it: why on earth do I have to feel embarrassed??? I am not taking money from the family - there isn't one anymore…I’m not spending the life-time savings for house improvement, there might be no house to improve anyway.... I’m not even wasting them on something ridiculously stupid and totally unnecessary, like red ferrary or a helicopter lessons... I booked a vacation, flights and hotels, that’s all. I need to get away because it’s been a long time and because it’s been a difficult time…Frankly I am running away from this house because the house becomes too emotional...I’m doing this for me and yet I feel guilty for doing it…I definitely have to learn how to treat myself with the nice things. I hope that with time I will be able to read about my silly qualms and laugh at them.