Retail Therapy

Hundreds of receptors in my brain are addicted to shopping. I think it is a bit like nicotine. When I am bored or depressed my thoughts turn to shopping, much like a smoker will suddenly start craving a cigarette under the same circumstances. Even going to Target gives me a boost. It's sad, really, how what seems like a mundane excursion for most people (and for nearly ALL males) is capable of making me giddy. I was upset this year because I don't have the opportunity to buy a lot of holiday presents. My roommate/BFF is not exchanging gifts with me until after new years so we can shop the after Christmas sales. My other roommate would just rather not bother at all (he is male), and none of the guys in my life are important enough to be worthy of gifts (plus, I highly doubt either of them would get me something). For the people I did get gifts for, most were males or my mother (who is so practical that getting her anything she doesn't expressly ask for is completely out of the question). The thrill of finding the most perfect thing to get was completely gone. The only thing I am slightly proud of is a really fantastic 8 mega pixel camera with a whole lot of great features including image stabilization which I got at best buy online for a whopping $137! My brother really needed a new camera, and I wanted to get him something he could really use, especially since he will be in Europe for the next 4 months. I found it online and gave myself a little pat on the back, until I noticed it was back ordered. I warned my brother that his gift may be late, and he gave me the "it's really the thought that counts, so don't worry about it" speech. He obviously thought that whatever he was getting was not going to be very exciting. I told him what he was about to receive, provided that it get here before he leaves for Europe (friggin' back orders!) and he came back with "oh, cool!" (that's what I like to hear).