Did you know that last Saturday was Buy Nothing Day? I didn't. I wish I had; because I would have made a point of going out and buying things. As it was, I was at home all day and no consumer impulse throbbed through my body. You see, I am not a person of either the temperament or the outlook to feel 'the thrill of the till'. Fortunately, I was saved from being an unwitting participant in Buy Nothing Day, because WotN and I had to go out that evening and it was raining and we paid for a cab. What, we should have trudged through the rain so as to meet the absurd hope of the Buy-Nothingers?
They may not have noticed but buying is one of the practical means by which people get to stay alive these days, get to meet their needs and fill their leisure time, and travel (to work or to visit), and so forth. If we'd had no milk in the house last Saturday, what should we have done? Milked some neighbouring cow? Oh, we had to get the milk in by Friday! We must organize in advance so as to be able to be absurd?
I do get that buying stuff can have a bad side; turn into the horror of consumerism, even. But there's not much without its bad side, and me, I won't be going in for things-with-a-bad-side-inspired Saturdays. It could take the shine off the weekend.