Those were the words my mother uttered a few years ago. She’d brought home a new big-screen TV she’d purchased at Target that morning. It was like seeing a child on Christmas Day -- her face lit up as she and my sister opened the box and saw the shiny flat screen.
There is a story behind this television that seemed to have cast its own sort of spell on my mother. She had been wanting a larger television for a couple years. She would go to Walmart or Target, and more times than not, she’d find herself in the electronics section, her head tilted back and her eyes gazing longingly at the huge televisions. She was certain a new, fancy TV would instantly make her happy and content. And that’s how we found ourselves installing that shiny new set one Friday afternoon. After a game of musical TVs in which we replaced our old set with the new one and spent quite a bit of time figuring out where each wire went, we were ready for the big unveiling. It was time to hit the power button.
“I knew I shouldn’t have gotten that TV,” she said. “That was just too much.”
Now, I’m quite certain that she wasn’t speaking strictly in monetary terms here. By afternoon’s end, she was spent (no pun intended) and even unhappier -- and a tad crankier, might I add -- than before she bought the very item she thought would bring her joy. It just wasn’t what she thought it would be, my mom said later. What’s more, it didn’t make her as happy as she thought it would. So I told her that maybe, just maybe, the whole experience wasn’t really about the TV. She scoffed at this, but deep down, I think she’d agree with me.
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