Plastic

In retail we deal with money.

At Best Buy we deal in a copious amount of money.

In the past week I have swiped and counted more cash than I ever thought possible. All of this swiping and counting has given me pause. I have taken time to think about plastic. Plastic cards.

Sometimes when there is a large line we will put debit and credit only till. And it's funny because it is at these times that everyone wants to pay with cash. When they reach the "everything" till they exclaim "Doesn't anyone take cash anymore?". This I find amusing.

Convenience. We crave convenience. Therefore we "evolve" and we create things like vending machines and internet and online shopping and credit cards. Gatsby's American Dream (not the band, the book) is not reached by hard work and toil so much anymore, but by credit and loans.

It is interesting. And I am unsure how I feel about all of it. This frivolous succumbing to consumerism, despite its cost on life and its stress, pains me to watch it slowly unravel society. Yet I myself am apt to partake in much more spending than I should, with money I do not have. I regret this.

And I wonder what might God have to say? And what advice might he give me to deal with our strange American beliefs and standards?