“Nothing is enough for the man to whom enough is too little.” Epicurus
Yet another story with Crocs as an inanimate protagonist, but I promise this is my last denunciation of these rubber shoes. My position is unlikely to soften, but I’m sure you’ve gotten the message. This story was about Gen Zs and Millennials who are coping with pandemic whiplash and high inflation by “financial avoidance” which is another term for willful blindness when the thing you’re not seeing is the measly balance of your checking account or the bloated balance of your credit card.
The young man who was profiled was dealing with the unpleasant consequences of having “developed a particular affinity for Crocs, and now owning about 15 pairs.” A paragon of restraint compared the the owner of the 744 pairs you last read about. We all have our Achilles’ Heel when it comes to stuff. (For some, that Heel is literally heels; for some, it’s Crocs.)
From ancient Athens, Epicurus. From eastern North Carolina, Granny. “I have eaten abundantly, anymore would be an exert.” From central London, Mary Poppins. “ Enough is as good as a feast.” And from a local crock. “The sufficient is sufficient. That’s why it’s called enough.”