Today I added to my diamond collection.
It's a very small diamond collection.
Consisting of a few very small diamonds.
I have small diamond earrings, a small diamond necklace and today I add to that collection a small diamond dress ring.
(Now potential burglars before you get excited when I say small I mean SMALL, my diamonds wouldn't pay for a P hit.)
Yes they're small but I love them anyway.
Every time I add a new piece to the collection I'm filled with glee. It's like it's my birthday all over again. And I guess that means I'm shallow. Actually I know I'm shallow.
Yes I know there are starving children out there. Yes I'm aware that Mother Nature is pissed at us for disrespecting her good self. Yes I know that there are dancing bears whose lives are made miserable by evil bastards intent on making money. And you know what? I do actually care. But I figure if I spent every second of every minute of every hour of every day of every week of every month of every year of every decade worrying and feeling bad for those less fortunate I'd become a gibbering wreck. So instead I stop and care every now and then. I give money when I'm confronted with a collector. I make a point of recycling as much as possible. And I try not to support those who abuse an animal in the name of entertainment (although I'm sure the hardcore greenies out there would consider my love of fashion shows animal abuse due to the sheer amount of leather/fur/feathers etc often found at them).
But what do I do with the majority of my time? I be shallow. I admire beautiful shoes. I desire gorgeous frocks. And most of all I look down at my small sparkly diamonds and I smile.
I may be shallow, but at least I'm happy.
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