Pushy, Pushy

Being that I have a blog but nothing posted until now, I think its about that time. I don't want to write something just to write and complain about whatever issue I am going through. I want to write about things that I care about and hold a close place to my heart. Learning how to do that is the tricky part. My mind is often jumbled and filled with over analyzing situations to the point of where I am reenacting a past event to see what I could have done different.

One situation which began at work and carried to my personal life. I work in retail and love my job every aspect, yes even the crazy shoppers we get sometimes. Well one not so crazy shopper but very charismatic approached me for help in finding a great pair of jeans. In taking interest in helping a customer I was soon handed a business card and asked if I would like a free makeover. Oh did my shuffling mind try to think of the words to say NO, I failed she is a good sales lady.
Or more so I'm a pushover.

So the day came for a free makeover. I found that as I was being pushed into buying products I don't need, that I can also push others to buy these same products by making them feel as awful about themselves as I did about myself. By telling women their husbands will love them more. That woman who look better get higher paying jobs. That you can have all my life has.

While some of the things she said are true. I left feeling as though my looks, my job, were not good enough and that I could not be liked let alone loved without these things I could not afford.

I can respect a good salesperson, I'm in sales I know what it takes. But does it have to become where you care more about whats going in your wallet then the people themselves?
To be perfectly honest I have done this myself I have pressured and made them feel they need something they don't. Whether it is a product I am selling or encouraging someone to do something that is wrong instead of seeking to do what is right.

I think I learned a lot from this woman whether she knows it or not and it had nothing to do with what she was selling me either. More so about what I don't want out of life. I don't think I am better but I have seen how deep my heart lies in things that are not eternal.