Doomscrolling

facebook marketplace

It started simply enough.

I had a mini fridge.

I sold it on Marketplace.

The transaction was quick.

The item moved easily.

I was hooked.

A wetsuit.

A couple of fun advertisements.

A few more dollars.

And then?

Doom scrolling over people’s castaway treasures, opportunities and oddities.

Me?

I’m into downhill skis, guitars, bicycles and rusty hammers. (and perhaps a surfboard or two)

Recently?

I scored skis for the children! It was so exciting. I was thrilled because I found cheap second hand skis?

That’s what this doom scrolling is for? Cheap skis?

Or do the skis mean something else entirely?

Does it tug at the memory of when I was their age, when I started skiing?

Or am I just cheap and want to win at shopping.

Mostly?

I’m pretty excited to go skiing with the kids. I think it will be fun.

And every time I look at my phone, I check to see if the right skis for me have come up.

Or perhaps a guitar…

Then weird shit starts popping up.

Fifty year old tractors. Records. Clothing suggestions.

These images appeal to…