I’m not much of a shopper. It’s not that I don’t spend money on something I like when I see it, and The Fiancé can tell you about the hours I’ll spend in a bookstore and my weakness for souvenirs. But going shopping for the sake of going shopping is just not something I do. Just the thought of parking lots, lines, people, and never finding exactly the right thing actually kind of stresses me out. A day spent shopping is not my idea of a good day.
While most women have a laundry list of complaints when it comes to clothing shopping, I actually really hate doing it. Because of that, my style has remained fairly simple. I wear a lot of black because it goes with everything and is always in style. Keeping it simple means I don’t have to shop nearly as often.
The thing is that I like the idea of shopping. I attempted to “fun shop” yesterday. What a nightmare that was! I had just gotten my first paycheck from the new job and I thought it might be fun to treat myself to something nice. I’m an idiot. Besides the small anxiety attacks I got upon walking into a few well known department stores, I had to deal with salespeople trying to get me to open up credit cards, purchase things I didn’t want, and generally hold me up. After all of that, I didn’t find anything that really called out to me.
I told The Fiancé not to come to the mall with me; that I was just looking around and that it would be really frustrating for him. Upon my return less than two hours later, he could see that it had been really frustrating for me. It wasn’t a fruitless trip though. I ended up getting a couple of DVDs that I’d wanted, and since The Fiancé needed a new watch, I got him one.
I do shop online and buy things from catalogs. It cuts out many of the things I find so annoying about shopping, but there’s only so much of that I can do before I’m tired of it.
It makes me wonder if I’m abnormal or something. Shouldn’t I love shopping? Whatever my affliction, it can’t be too serious. I still like chocolate.