I know I have a shopping problem because I still have clothes with tags on them. Usually I shop when I need to feel good. If I’ve had a shitty week or something is really getting to me, I head to Winners.
When I get through the doors, I know that I’m gonna be in there for a while, so I get a cart. I watch the “normal” shoppers with three or four items in my cart and I wonder how they can do that.
I start in the sweater racks, usually I select 5-6 sweaters and chuck them in my cart, then I do the same with pants, skirts, casual wear and blouses. The item Nazi in the fitting area usually looks at my cart as if to say “You better not bring any more than six items in here at a time bitch”.
Fortunately (for her) she doesn’t say this out loud, and I already know the rule.
Every time I shop, I perpetually torture myself. I buy the size that I’m not, but wish I was… And am disappointed when it doesn’t fit. It’s a sick little game I play with myself and gets me really pissed off.
Until… I find that one black swan. That one pair of pants that shouldn’t fit, but does. And until that happens, I’m not happy.
Binging on shopping, is a bit like gambling. You know that your money should stay in the bank, that there are far better uses for it than 6 tops, a jacket, and a pair of jeans. But you feel temporary elated while you’re shopping, which is why it works. The guilt doesn’t really set in until you get home and log on to internet banking and discover how much your little shopping binge set you back.
I guess I’m kind of tired of the shopping addiction now. I need something better and more exciting. I’ve done the drugs & alcohol, tattoos (still a current) and the shopping… I need a healthier addiction. Something that I can obsess over and do way more than I should, but that won’t cause me health problems or financial stress.
Because let’s face it… We’re all addicted to something.