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May 27, 2005
Shallow
Today, I have indulged in the most banal depths of my superficiality... I went shopping. I shopped like a true shopper. I went from store to store to store in a fit of drunk pleasure. Under neon signs and flourescent lights, I tried on outfits. Lots of outfits. Outfits upon outfits. For possibly the first time in my entire life, I spent all morning at a mall and critically judged outfit after outfit. Gawd, I feel like such a stereotypical *girl*.
And now... I feel dirty. I feel really really dirty... even though, I didn't buy anything. Somehow, that's even worse. That was shopping for sport, for pleasure... rather than with reason.
I have never been a big shopper. I usually shop with a purpose... find the most utilitarian thing in the store and make a beeline out the door. Or, like most people I know, I just get hand-me-downs from siblings or friends.
So, where did this urge come from? How could someone who has never once been concerned about finding that perfect little bag to match those cute little shoes suddenly be struck dumb and be compelled to join the masses at my local shopping mall?
I haven't actually decided who to blame yet, but, I'll figure it out. Someone or something should be responsible for my shame.
Posted by trina at May 27, 2005 01:26 PM
Comments
Hey hey! We shopped the exact same way. :o) I like to know what I need to get and which store I need to get it from, make a beeline for it, and leave as quick as I can. :o)
How funny...
Posted by: alpha at May 27, 2005 02:56 PM