From the initial stage where 90% of your cupboard is stuffed with products labeled 'Value' and you are happy that you are not starving, through period where everyday you cruise with your silver trolley through the shopping alleys like Bonzo flipping your 'all topped up', shiny Clubcard at those horny housewives on the way to tills. It lasts till you realise that shopping at Tesco is actually crap and start buying organic at Waitrose.
So is life...each tiny component of my existence, and existence as a whole enchilada.
From the stage where you are happy with the first factory job, first degree and first denial of service after drinking couple pints of wifebeater, smoking few joints and taking a rape pill for dessert. From the period of great life prospects and even greater expectations and hopes fuelled by government statistics.
Through times when you live the life and when you are convinced that those, who are worse off did not work for their success enough as 'les hommes naissent et demeurent libres et égaux en droits. Les distinctions sociales ne peuvent être fondées que sur l’utilité commune.'
It lasts until you realise that 'l’utilité commune' is as true as 'Proletarians of all countries, unite!' and despite zillions books you have read throughout your personal eternal journey you have got no vague idea what the fundamental pillars that the world rests upon are. That's where you stop giving a shit about that oversophisticated socioeconomic media buzz. Instead reading this, you start enjoying 'London Lite' pictures of celebrities puking all around West End and the only thing you dream of is to take your camera and go for never-ending trip around the world...