Yes. I said it. The word you aren’t supposed to say unless you really, really mean it [that is according to Susan Sarandon in the movie Stepmom). But I digress. I hate shopping.
Hate it. Can't stand it. And I really, really mean it!!!
I don't know when it started or how long for sure it has been going on. I have vague memories of going to the mall with friends in high school (that wasn't too long ago!) and hanging out. So it must be more recent than that.
However and whenever it started, it exists today. I hate shopping with a passion.
Not too long ago I went shopping for maternity clothes. And to say I had a bad experience is probably an understatement. I started sweating and almost had a mild panic attack. It was horrendous.
Yesterday I took my mom clothes shopping. I walked around with her, picking up clothes, helping her in the dressing room, etc. I lasted a while.
And then I broke. It was time to go. [Since my mom has MS she was about ready to leave too so it wasn't an issue].
It shocks my MIL who lives to shop. My FIL can’t believe a woman doesn’t like shopping. Can’t comprehend it! My MIL wanted to take me shoe shopping and honestly I lasted about 3 minutes before I started getting warm and uncomfortable and decided to end the experience.
The only difference? Food shopping. I don’t mind going food shopping … for some weird reason!