I’ve got it bad for a lefty Olympic white Precision with a rosewood fb. I can afford it, but I’m trying to be rational about it. I mean, it’s not sooooo different from my Jazz, but it sooo is—if that makes a damned lick of sense.
Thing is, I don’t know whether this is a real desire or whether it’s just the effects of the OCD which is part of my BPD. I mean, I know I can do without it, but I don’t wanna.
It’s such bad GAS that it’s like longing after a woman you can’t stop thinking about.
If I buy it, I’m going to be happy I have it—and yet I’ll feel weak for not having resisted. If I don’t, I’ll be happy I resisted the urge to splurge, but will the GAS keep driving me nuts?
Dear Abbey, what do you do when you and Ann Landers get such GAS?