I did not think this day would ever come. I thought I would be immune to this type of feeling forever. Yet there I was, in our local shopping centre, bored. I was walking past shops I usually dive into, past places where I could spend ages simply gazing at the products without even buying anything. I was walking past my favourite shops without so much as even looking in the window. What had happened to me? I had no desire, no motivation and, crucially, no need to shop.
I don’t need new clothes. I don’t need a new phone. I don’t need any new books, or films or games. I have everything that I need to be happy right now. I don’t need anything to make work easier or to smooth out the process at all. I have no energy and no will to dive headlong into a sales rack to look for something “just in case.” It’ll come back, I’m sure, but until then I’ll continue to be confused by these feelings.