It is not my fault I live in a capitalist society, where the goal is to consume and to flaunt and to rise above station. It is not my fault that from a young age, I was inundated with Buy Buy Buy and Sell Sell Sell. My mother was an accountant, raising me to understand how to transmute gold into scratches of a pen on paper, the beauty of compound interest and how to organize rows of data to make what I wanted reality. I know how to wrap myself in furs and gold and silicon poison to show the world I'm here, I'm powerful, I'm independent. And when I saw the majesty of the Swingline Stapler, 747, Manual, 25 Sheets Capacity, Business, Desktop, Gold Metallic, I knew that this was the key to fulfillment. Now, anyone could see that even my everyday items was the stuff of Kings. And yet here I am, still hungry, still seeking the status of the world. Even though the stapler itself is perfect and wonderful, I myself, am broken.