I Need Therapy for My Retail Therapy

I have decided.

It is dangerous for me to be kept waiting at a mall, especially Midvalley.

So dear friends, the next time we have an appointment, please remember I should not be left alone with time to kill at a place with things to buy.

I will invariably end up at Topman (occasionally Zara, sometimes Cotton On) where I will undoubtedly try on something and then be amazed by how pretty it looks followed by justifying the necessity of having yet another t-shirt/bag/hat/cute boxers and ending in me making a purchase.

[In the case of Cotton On, I don't even try them on, can't be bothered to join the mothereffing long queue at the fitting room]

Bad, bad Jeffrey!

This is especially worse at Topman Midvalley because of all the EVIL friends/salespeople there who would point out to me all the Pretty Things and Why I Absolutely Need Them.

Yes I am weak like that. God save my soul.

It's always the little things that get me. Big Purchases require thinking, so I usually manage to curb those. It's all the small, small 'Oh look, 2nd piece of accessory at half price! What a bargain' or 'Hmm, I keep wearing the same old tees to school lately. Time for new basics maybe?' that has me at the counter before I even know what I'm doing.

When your credit card gets declined, twice, normal sane people would maybe take it as a sign from God that the purchase isn't meant to be. What do I do? Apologize to the cashier with a sweet smile, ask her if she could just hold on a minute and then run to the nearest ATM. Oh well, I never really believed in God anyways.

Thanks to Mummy's last trip here coupled with a few of my recent lets-kill-time-by-going-shopping sessions, there's this corner in my room with more than a few paper bags. Usually I like to see them in a pile, because I like to be reminded now and then that life is rather not bad. But recently macam a bit too much, a bit guilty lor. So I quickly stashed all new purchases in the nearest drawer. LOL