Yesterday I went to the mall to shop for Christmas presents. Actually I went to the mall to help my boyfriend shop for Christmas presents.
Yesterday I went to hell and back.
I hate malls. I especially hate malls at Christmas. No amount of "new girlfriend glow" could make this experience enjoyable for me. I did try very hard to not have a massive panic attack with the crowds, and did resist hurting my boyfriend when he said for the ten billionth time "Hmmm, I'm just not sure what to get, maybe we should look at another store and see if there is something else there...."
When I shop, I have already predetermined what I am buying and where I am buying it from. That way all purchases can be made quickly and with minimal interaction with the seething masses.
By the time we got home, I was exhausted, but I sat down with a glass of wine to enjoy the fun part of the process - wrapping the presents and making them look nice. That was until I got to wrapping the presents I bought for my family and I discovered that the gift I bought my Mum was broken.
I almost cried. Not because the gift was broken, but because it means I have to go back to the mall again.
My God have mercy on my soul.
Yesterday I went to hell and back.
I hate malls. I especially hate malls at Christmas. No amount of "new girlfriend glow" could make this experience enjoyable for me. I did try very hard to not have a massive panic attack with the crowds, and did resist hurting my boyfriend when he said for the ten billionth time "Hmmm, I'm just not sure what to get, maybe we should look at another store and see if there is something else there...."
When I shop, I have already predetermined what I am buying and where I am buying it from. That way all purchases can be made quickly and with minimal interaction with the seething masses.
By the time we got home, I was exhausted, but I sat down with a glass of wine to enjoy the fun part of the process - wrapping the presents and making them look nice. That was until I got to wrapping the presents I bought for my family and I discovered that the gift I bought my Mum was broken.
I almost cried. Not because the gift was broken, but because it means I have to go back to the mall again.
My God have mercy on my soul.