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December 20, 1997

Every new year, I tell myself to get my Christmas shopping done early. But in the mean time, it's always some birthday I have to find a gift for, or an anniversary, or something that requires a gift. Next thing I know, Christmas is staring me in the face with me empty-handed.

I did my last bit of shopping today; at least, I hope so. Heaven forbid, I forgot someone--ack. (I get the feeling I'm going to get nightmares of last minute shopping, going at a speed that would shame Santa's reindeers.) My wallet is feeling a lot lighter, and my head a lot heavier. I never liked shopping. Some people would give me strange looks; not that I blame them. I haven't met too many of my gender who would share my sentiments.

Pardon me, but I don't get the "Shop 'Til You Drop" mentality. The thought of shopping all day, fighting crowds and endless lines while armed with shopping bags, is enough to make me drop before I step out of the house. Speaking of which, I only spent 3 hours today before I grabbed my last gift and came home for refuge. Maybe it's the feet; I'm out of shape. Or maybe it's the idea of lightening my wallet, exponentially, every time I go in a store--but no, I'm not a compulsive buyer.

I don't know. I just don't get that adrenaline rush to utter the words, "Charge it, please."

I do admire those who would leave the house the moment the mall opens and come back just before rush hour, and still have the energy to admire their newly-acquired goods. That's what I call spirit..enthusiasm. The last time I went out with a couple of girlfriends, we walked around and around until they (note: they, not we) found at least something to buy. It was some sort of criteria. Some sort of ultimatum. "Buy something, or don't go come home."

I am more of the window-shopper, if I had to be labelled. And I do not weep if I come home as empty-handed as I left. Nor am I too disappointed if I didn't manage to see every shop in the mall. I like to browse. Alone. Please leave me "may-I-help-you-and-do-you-want-to-know-more-about-this-product-miss" salespeople! I like to muse what would happen if I bought a particular product..for myself or for a friend. And I'd calculate the impact it would have on my wallet. And I'll probably make a note that I'll buy it one day...and put it back on the shelf and move on.

So, when I'm stuck with the scenario where I have a handful of things I must buy before I go home, from a mall where everyone is shopping-crazed, I come home looking like something the cat dragged in. And I tell myself, those people are nuts. That rather round lady at the counter was nuts. Those kids that nearly knocked me down are nuts. They're all nuts.. Next year... next year it will be different. Next year, I'm going to get everything done before the season.....Next year...

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