Che if you could see me....

I really hate consumism it makes me queezy just to think what it means to the world for me to buy a new dress or anything at all...
but this evening as I steped into the supermaket, I felt as if I was cought into consumistic network, a non stoping need to shoooooooooop- after my alter ego was satisfied, I got a postconsumption depression and I thought.... if The Che could see me he would revolve in his grave....
I promise to be stronger next time my dear Che, cross my heart....