It's 3am, the cat's asleep. I'm wide awake. And I'm questioning all my life choices.
Specifically, I'm questioning why I bought 47 VHS tapes from that one garage sale on 5th street. I mean, what's the point of 47 VHS tapes? Is it for the nostalgia? The collectibility? The crippling sense of regret?
Let's be real, I've only watched like 2 of them. The rest are just taking up space. Like that one ex I still have a shrine dedicated to in the basement. You know, for "sentimental reasons."
Maybe it's time to reevaluate my priorities. Like, maybe it's time to reevaluate what it means to be human. Or maybe it's just time to reevaluate the price I paid for those tapes.
Why Do I Still Have This Old Couch? /vhs-tapes/old-couch-dilemma
Why Do I Still Eat Cereal For Lunch? /vhs-tapes/cereal-lunch
Why Do I Own 47 VHS Tapes? /vhs-tapes/vhs-tapes-redux
