Are you a solitary shopper?

Its only been 4 days and I’ve had 77 views on my blog, wasn’t really expecting any so I’d like to thank those who have viewed my blog and thanks in advance to those who will view it in the future. This blog can now be found at www.theneek.net as my kind friend Chris bought it for my birthday. I showed my father my blog today, he liked it and is thinking of doing his own, I like influencing people :3

Today I went shopping and boy was it hell. Stereotypically, us women are supposed to love shopping whatever the circumstances. Normally its a friendly outing or something you do with family but the only way I can do it is if I am on my own. I can’t take shopping with another person and this was further justified by my far from amazing expedition to the shopping centre with my Mother. We got there and everything was fine, she even bought me some shiny silver trainers a shirt and earrings. Then it was half an hour into the trip and I wanted to scream. I like to shop in an orderly fashion but we were all over the place, being dragged to find all the stuff my mother needed and it was pain. She has specific needs for shoes and lucky for me shoes is what she wanted, we went into shop after shop and every shoe she found would not fit her. We spent what seemed like forever in Shoe Zone and even when I told her there were no shoes left to try that would even remotely work, she asked a shop assistant and lo and behold the assistant said exactly the same thing.

Don’t get me wrong, shopping is indeed a fun thing but when I have to cater for other peoples needs and they don’t follow my usual rhythm then it just gets my back up. Also, I don’t understand why casual shopping stresses people out so much! If they were shopping for a soon to come event like a wedding, funeral, party then fine, but if you’ve come to shop just for the hell of it and you come back with nothing then don’t get so stressed. Yes, we’d all like to find the perfect shirt or dress or thong (thongs? they look too.. eroding for me) but if you don’t then don’t throw a paddy about it. My mum dragged me out of the centre to all the high street shops to find that perfect dress and we only found it when my Father and Sister sent in the support and rescued me from this dastardly outing. I have a feeling I won’t be shopping with her without support again. I hereby declare myself a solitary shopper, sounds quite lonely but it gets the job done.

Are there any more solitary shoppers out there or am I a special race of human being?