Consumer Guilt

Maybe it's trepidation at the purchase of a product that I don't deem necessary to existence - a giddy feeling - this could be a left over involuntary reaction from being born on the wrong side of the Iron Curtain. There were few products there of any sort.
We found creative ways to play as children - a form of marbles, but with chewing gum wrappers. Chewing gum wrappers seemed so exotic - the bright colours - the fragrant smell soaked into them - one sniff and it smelled like a better, less drab place.
Yes, there is that giddiness - thinking about a product, doing the research, locating it and finally the purchase. Yes, in my logical mind, when thinking about it, it's guilt that I feel.
Guilt for supporting an unsustainable economy.
Guilt for purchasing something from a retail store that dehumanizes the consumer. Isles of strategically placed items. Being herded down a chute - like cattle to the slaughter - towards a cashier. Then, the walk of shame - where someone looks at your receipt before being able to exit - giving you the eye to see if you're stealing... The experience always gives me the creeps.
Guilt for not giving the money to a cause or to the poor or even just saving it.
There shouldn't be any guilt for spending money earned through labour - but it's an internal struggle I can't rationalize because the act supports The Man - and The Man always is looking for a way to take you to the cleaners and put your ass in an endless spin-cycle of want (not need) for bread and circus.