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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460221" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Shop until you surface</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460221" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It’s the weekend – but<br>you’re feeling low – well, more than low…<br>time, perhaps, for retail therapy…</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460221" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">the girls, the boys, go about it differently: <br>with the girls, a sense of purpose: <br>phone your Best Shopping Friend, arrange to meet; <br>for the boys, it has to be covert, set up<br>as accidental, just a diversion<br>on the way to pub or café..</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460221" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Your best friend senses that you’re low; <br>so gently teases you by dragging off the rail<br>the most inappropriate; that’s easy for the girls; <br>it’s all huge fun, around the serious stuff; <br>for boys, even with your best friend – or perhaps, <br>because he is – the inner world is hedged with image, <br>self-esteem or lack of it.. a trip made best alone? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460221" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A new verse, now, for The Big Metaphor: <br>is this how Life Really Is? <br>You’re feeling sorry for yourself, the victim<br>of your own life, or that of others; so<br>your best friend who’s always there for you<br>teases you: here, try on this droopy number<br>labelled Sorrow; or here’s this grey one, Misery; <br>this mumsy housecoat which says Given Up; <br>or this public statement, the ashy<br>sackcloth dress marked down - Distressed Despair…<br>or this loose-fitting one in charcoal, labelled Sin...<br>or maybe, go right to the other extreme – here’s this<br>Life and Soul of the Party dress in vivid red? ..</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460221" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The boys come out laughing – empty-handed, <br>or with some trivial purchase for the sake<br>of the ‘right’ bag…maybe he’ll come back later<br>and alone… the assistants raise their eyebrows, <br>sigh with mingled disapproval and relief; <br>a secretive male ritual has been roughly re-enacted.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460221" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The girls come out eyes shining; this has been<br>total immersion; their past, their history, washed away; <br>inside the crisp new bags, a light weightiness, like spun gold; <br>or a silky something that slides snakily in the bag, <br>a promise of a new life for a new you<br>who is one step nearer to<br>the real you, just waiting to step out…</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460221" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sunday morning; you awake with the soft contentment<br>of someone who knows who they really are; <br>a little nearer to that elusive self, which this strange Saturday<br>had shown to you a little more, of what you’re not..<br>to see depression’s black black low as blessing in disguise<br>could be a gift beyond all market price.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a></strong></div>