Shopping, for some out there it is a lifestyle, something not merely to do buy to become excited about... forget bringing home the bacon, these people bring home two or three bags of it!
On the other hand, there are those who will avoid the activity and associated rituals like it is the plague, as if it is going to poison them.
In the Daily Red there are two sides, it is as if I exemplify both sides of the arguments, and oddly enough, neither is greener than the other.
Perhaps it is the female instincts that take over when I hit the stores, a rush sometimes exists, and however I should specify that this only happens when I am shopping on my terms.
I am by no means a social shopper, purchasing goods and items with friends are as painful an experience as it comes. Having to have their opinions considered to, or heck,
just listening to them as well as having to sustain the conversation through both the muddy and the mundane territory of talking about boys, finances or just talking in general is tiresome.
If I am to shop, it has to be by myself, exempt of people staring at your groceries, the implicit judgement placed on your basket is what turns me off social shopping altogether.
But there is also a part of me that loathes shopping, that is to say, when the long lines are no longer bearable, or the carrying of bags seems mundane and perhaps materialistic.
Shopping for me is no longer tolerated in a small town or when I become tired of it.
Shopping fatigue is different from normal fatigue, for it is felt in the legs and in the mind when our temperament is symbolic of a two, and not twenty year old.
While there are two aspects of shopping, and I exemplify both, it seems that it can only enjoy
Loved by some and tolerated by many. Overall, shopping for myself, can only last til I drop.
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