Sometimes, I just don't know who I am anymore...
I walked into the Marshall's down the street yesterday on my way home from the cafe where I was studying, and this time I actually bought stuff. Actually going to a store and purchasing things might not sound....you know, too unconventional, but with this type of thing it's something that I rarely ever do. Which is not to say that I never shop-- I shop a lot. I like shopping. Online. At the mall. Whatever. I especially like popping into the Marshall's or the Ross or the TJ Maxx that's around just to see if there's anything amazing there that I can try on. I like the hunt-- at regular stores, there are very few pieces of clothing to actually look at; but at Marshall's, you can spend a few minutes pushing through things with that "what if I find buried treasure?" question before you get bored and have to leave to get back to work. And every once in a while, you find something, and you're so proud of yourself! Like, "look! I found those cute little Steve Madden ballet flats that I saw online for $80 right here in my Marshall's for $15!" Or, "Look! I found this dress that I look totally and utterly amazing in, though I have no conceivable need for an evening gown at this point!"
But yesterday was ridiculous. I stood there, in line to check out at the register, after rummaging through every clearance rack that I could find and spending nearly 45 minutes scrutinizing different pairs of pants, blazers, skirts, and sweaters in the fitting room, with two shirts and a pair of jeans slung over my arm thinking, "Who AM I?! And why am I even buying these things?" And then, after a moment's reflection, I realized that it was because they were all on sale...
And it was then that I realized that, sometimes if you don't know who you are anymore... you're probably your mother.
I walked into the Marshall's down the street yesterday on my way home from the cafe where I was studying, and this time I actually bought stuff. Actually going to a store and purchasing things might not sound....you know, too unconventional, but with this type of thing it's something that I rarely ever do. Which is not to say that I never shop-- I shop a lot. I like shopping. Online. At the mall. Whatever. I especially like popping into the Marshall's or the Ross or the TJ Maxx that's around just to see if there's anything amazing there that I can try on. I like the hunt-- at regular stores, there are very few pieces of clothing to actually look at; but at Marshall's, you can spend a few minutes pushing through things with that "what if I find buried treasure?" question before you get bored and have to leave to get back to work. And every once in a while, you find something, and you're so proud of yourself! Like, "look! I found those cute little Steve Madden ballet flats that I saw online for $80 right here in my Marshall's for $15!" Or, "Look! I found this dress that I look totally and utterly amazing in, though I have no conceivable need for an evening gown at this point!"
But yesterday was ridiculous. I stood there, in line to check out at the register, after rummaging through every clearance rack that I could find and spending nearly 45 minutes scrutinizing different pairs of pants, blazers, skirts, and sweaters in the fitting room, with two shirts and a pair of jeans slung over my arm thinking, "Who AM I?! And why am I even buying these things?" And then, after a moment's reflection, I realized that it was because they were all on sale...
And it was then that I realized that, sometimes if you don't know who you are anymore... you're probably your mother.
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When I find that I'm behaving like my mother, Im often terrified as well. But probably for different reasons.
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