Sorry Mom -From Kookie

I'm Kookie. Just a 19 year old boy. I always want the most modern kinds of clothes. I want stylistic shoes. There's no end to what I want. When there's a celebrity wearing something that catches my eye, I want it. I need it. And of course, the first person I go to to ask for all these endless items is my one and only...mother. In the present state of mind I live in, I know that "literally and truly, one cannot get on well in the world without money"(Hazlitt 1-2). Dressing up in the most modern clothes makes up who I am. I constantly have the desire to wear what others are wearing and appear to be simply "cool". Looking back on myself for all these years and my crazy obsessions over my fashion-only being one branch of the numerous ways I begged my mom for money-I feel very ashamed at myself for "the fickleness of taste"(33) and I noticed that my mom had given me so much "extravagance in [my] youth"(35). Whenever I asked, my mom eventually bought it for me. I now know that the term "want" isn't necessarily needing but lacking. However, I didn't need any of these trendy items. I wasn't really needing or really lacking anything at all. In the end, all these things are worldly possessions. After death, nothing will literally stay with me to the end. So I truly want to express how even though I may have asked for so many modern items that I want to wear, I understand that ultimately, I don't "need" any of it. It's just my over-obsessive craze. In conclusion, thanks and sorry mom for dealing with my obsessions over such worldly items and helping me understand that the things that money can buy can't buy my happiness for eternity. Maybe it would during the time I live on earth, but afterwards, everything would become nothing.