Pissed at Love

One of my favorite things to do is go Thrift store shopping. It's a hobby I picked up after I met my college roommate. She was the Queen of labels and had the most gloriously stocked closet I had ever seen and her secret was the Goodwill. Since graduating and moving back home I'm saddened to say that my thrift store shopping days had been mildly put on hold and I'm ashamed to say that it is mainly due to the fact that after living in Newport Beach I became a bit of a Thrift store snob. The rags of the wealthy are far more stylish than the rags of the...well, not so wealthy.

However, all of this changed when I discovered an amazing store called Eco Thrift. All of a sudden I was surrounded once again by J Crew, BCBG, Abercrombie, American Eagle, Express, even Target's Massimo was an exciting label after such a severe drought. I was on the clock when I found my new friend and only had a few minutes to look around but today I went back. And while I was trying on $72 worth of Thrift store clothes I witnessed something that made me decide I had to start writing again.

The dressing rooms at Eco Thrift consist of three small rooms with faded green curtains for doors. You're allowed to take in three items at a time but you are not permitted to occupy a room for more than five minutes. The average cost of each article of clothing I bought was $2.98, if you divide that into 72 that's roughly 24 articles of clothing and let me tell you right that I didn't purchase everything I tried on. There was no way I was making it in and out of any dressing room in 5 minutes nor was I going to abandon my findings and allow them to be preyed upon while I tried on a mere three items behind a curtain. So, I did what any self respecting thrift store shopper does; I used the mirror outside of the dressing rooms and tried on clothes to the full viewing 'pleasure' of all who were in Eco Thrift. I was mildly embarrassed but not ashamed and my embarrassment faded quickly as it became quite apparent that I was not the craziest shopper that day.

Directly in front of the three curtained dressing rooms and to the left of my mirror is the glass counter cabinet that holds electronics. A man came up and asked to view a laptop. No big deal. But then his significant other appeared to his left. They were in the middle of some lover's quarrel and she wanted to go. He did not. She asked for his truck keys so she could at least wait in the car. He said no. She asked why. He didn't trust her with his truck.
"Dick"
"Well, we all got one"
"Everyone but you," were her last words before storming off. He seemed un-phased other than to complain to an Eco Thrift employee about how this woman never stops talking.

The fight as interesting as it was for the few seconds it lasted wasn't what made me start this post. I continued trying on clothes for maybe 5 minutes, maybe 10. Honestly I don't know. Thrift stores are my beautiful abyss. Regardless, it wasn't long before out of the corner of my eye I saw a poof of white tool disappear behind a green curtain. A little while later the poof reemerged from behind the curtain. It was the bottom portion of a wedding dress and it was in the arms of the woman who had just told her presumable boyfriend that he lacked male genitalia, the same man who didn't trust her enough to sit in his truck!

I've been accused often enough of having a skewed version on love. An optimist, an idealist, a girl who shoots unicorns and rainbows out of her ass. But if what I witnessed in Eco Thrift today is any semblance of normalcy when it comes to love than I want nothing to do with it. I think people have seriously screwed love up. What woman would want to marry a man who doesn't trust her enough to sit in his car?; how could she even deem it a possibility? I honestly don't think he's going to be popping the question any time soon. Love makes you stupid. It makes you believe things that aren't true. I am just pissed at love.

When I first started this blog it was for a school assignment. I wrote about how falling in love was like going to the movies. But when love leaves its more like when the DVD comes out. I saw the movie with the man I love but now its been out of theaters for awhile. I bought the DVD and replay scenes over and over again. He didn't think it was worth the money. He's probably at the theater now but he's watching something new, someone new, and all I can do is sit here and wish that there was an alternate ending to mine.