Buying Stuff

If you pay any attention to me on Twitter or Facebook, you are probably already aware that I made some purchases today. If not, congratulations. You've just been informed. Today was a very good shopping day for me. That doesn't happen often ... I kind of hate shopping because spending money scares the cruddykins out of me. It's like I just want to keep it as a protective barrier against ...who knows what. It's really stupid, especially considering the fact that I don't really have any serious needs, at least none that I spend my own money on. My parents pay for all my food and shelter, and they've bought for me most of the things that I have. So whoohoo parents for being awesome. Anyways, this is getting totally of subject...

I think the reason today was such a good shopping day is that I got two paychecks today, and finally got my employee discount card. Hallefreakinlujah. Gap, Inc. has no idea how much money they've lost from me by not making employees actually getting their benefits a priority. Seriously. There have been so many times that I've almost bought things, and then thought ... Oh wait. Stupid discount card. Don't have one. And then in my bitterness, I've refused to make my purchases. As you can see, I'm a very emotional shopper. So anyways, I'm feeling really good about the income of cash, knowing that I'm working a lot of hours this week, and getting my last chance with that awesome babysitting job tomorrow right after I get off work at ON. Granted, I've been trying to hold back on the shopping lately. I mean, I've never really had significant amounts of moolah before, so it's kind of a new feeling for me to have such extensive financial freedom (which, ya know, really makes me want to be rich for the rest of my life). Plus the fact that I don't actually have to pay for any of the necessities of life. But again, I am avoiding my ultimate point, which is this: I have a complex. No, really. I do. It's called The Psychological Need to Wear All New Things Immediately After Purchase.

Which explains why I'm laying on my bed in my nightgown wearing my new red lipstick and my black polka-dot galoshes.

I have some really shameful pictures from my childhood that illustrate this very point. I remember one Christmas when I received a floor-length khaki skirt, a cream sweater, a cream scarf, brown knee-high boots, and one of those super cheesy flat caps in some kind of a light tan pseudo-suede sort of material. Consider how close all of these things are in color. Consider how outrageously they differ in style. Consider what a tacky child I was for even wanting these things in the first place. And then consider what they all looked like together on tacky, bad haircut, no contacts, more than usually unfortunate looking even for a Christmas morning, thirteen year old me.

And oh yes. It's that bad. The picture should honestly be burned. I mean, could I not just try each piece on individually? And if there really was some shred of idiocy in me that thought MAYBE some of them would go together (and for heaven's sake, I hope I didn't think they'd all work out alright) ... if I really, truly was that stupid, WHY ON EARTH WOULD I PARADE MYSELF OUT IN FRONT OF MY ENTIRE FAMILY KNOWING THAT THAT DAY, OUT OF ALL DAYS ALL YEAR, WAS THE DAY MOST LIKELY TO BE CAUGHT ON CAMERA?

Maybe it was just a testament to the fact that I really don't have much of a sense of style. Also the fact that I need other people to confirm that my outfits actually work together. It's very possible that I simply did not know how bad I looked, and thought I might as well check and see if someone would say, "Whoa, who'd have thought those would all go so good together?" And then voila, all would be well.

Instead, all signs point to the fact that if my mother wasn't kind enough to prevent me from embarrassing myself in public in an outfit like that, I would have walked around looking like a total tacky camel.

Thank goodness that didn't happen. Hooray for NOT looking like a camel! :)