I woke up really early this morning. I was excited, nervous, and confused. My mind was a fog of rights and wrongs, dos and don’ts, mistakes and regrets. Today it had to be the right decision.
I’ve been thinking about it for weeks, and in the past my mind had been made up so quickly, but with my head held high I left the flat, confident that I’d chosen wisely.
It’s only now I’m home I’m starting to wonder if I’ve fucked up.
In fact: I’m starting to wonder if the system works at all.
I mean, why DO Waitrose insist on making you choose which charity you give a green coin to? It’s so hard! I don’t mind telling you I went for the burnt kids one. I mean, It seemed a better choice than old people and sick animals. But I’m still not sure if it was the right choice. Still, it’s done now. I’ve used my right to choose until the next time I go shopping, and my to do list for the day is complete. I’m just going to stay in and do nothing all day.
Honestly, I don’t like staying in, but there’s really nothing else worth doing today once you’ve given up your precious plastic token to help the mini-Westons of this world.