sometimes quiet is violent

This post is in no way meant to be some kind of boasting "holier than thou" type thing where I just talk about how good of a person I am for buying my clothes second hand, but rather just a chance for me to share some of my thoughts around this specific issue. It's hard to speak about subjects like this that often make people feel guilty, because it can lead to dislike towards the person who brought the issue up, even though I'm honestly just sharing my thoughts and I don't go around silently judging everyone for shopping in stores. My mother and father have promoted specific values in our family since we were born. I've worn hand-me-down's since I was a little kid (it was free and I've always been rather small, so cousins and friends have gladly given me their old thigns), and we were given pocket money to teach us the value of money and that it is not a never ending fountain but that it can run out. We were taught about the Fairtrade system and we

Most of you probably remember when Harry Potter was just starting as a phenomenon for our generation. People were lining up to buy the new book, the movies were still being made and Harry Potter was just absolutely everywhere. I was a part of the group of kids that loved all of it. I inhaled the books and had to painfully wait for the last two, went to see all the films as soon as they came out and made myself a cape, riding around on the broom we used to clean leaves out of our yard. Me and my neighbors came up with a game called Voldemort-tag, but it wasn't a very lasting game as it was easy to just point to someone and say "Avada Kedavra". Anyway, all of this is just to show that I was really very into Harry Potter.  As with my other books, I brought my Harry Potter books to school. I soon realised I might have just been the only child reading this series. I went to a Christian school for 8 of my 9 years in basic education. This meant a lot of things, but