I saw a commercial for a department store recently, and their main message was that they sell designer products at department store prices. It was all about save, save, save. And then they showed the price tag on a purse. $149.99. I nearly plotzed. Seriously. It was close.
That’s a savings? I cannot imagine a scenario in which I would think 150 bucks was a good price for a purse. Granted, it’s probably cheaper than the average designer purse, so in that sense it’s a savings, but I’d never lay down that much money for an accessory. I have vastly different priorities.
I also know a young lady who has so many outfits that she can wear a different one every day for a year and never repeat one. When I think about that mountain of stuff, and how she could be investing that money in her future, I just shake my head. Does she think she’ll be a size three the rest of her life, that styles won’t change and that clothes hold their value?
It’s not just that I don’t have the money for these things. I simply don’t have a need for stuff. Piles and piles of expensive stuff. When I think about it, it makes me feel claustrophobic. I don’t even like to go shopping.
I just wonder if I’m the only one out there who isn’t obsessed with accumulation. Am I some strange anomaly? I hope not. Granted, the sea levels are rising, but that doesn’t mean we should be raising the land levels with layers of worthless and unimportant crap.
If you really want an eye-opening revelation about accumulation, I highly recommend that you watch this video: The Story of Stuff.
The View from a Drawbridge 
Is plotzed like pooping your pants? Because if it is, I need to remember it. You are both the exception and the rule.
Well, not exactly. It’s yiddish.
verb (used without object) Slang.
to collapse or faint, as from surprise, excitement, or exhaustion.
I think if you made a big enough poop it would fall into all those categories… HA!!!!!
And depending on where you did it, it could cause everyone around you to plotz.
Chain reaction.