SHOPPING. I just don’t get it. Honestly, I cannot think of a bigger waste of time.
Watching the grass grow or the paint dry, at least you’re outside and contemplating things.
Why does anyone ever “go shopping” just for the sake of it? Why? Whenever I shop it’s with a purpose. I identify a need, then go out and search until I fulfil that need.
The longer it takes, the more frustrated I become.
If the first shop I walk into has what I want, I buy it. I might take a bit of time to do a price comparison. Three stores within easy walking distance at a maximum and then pick the cheapest. Or I might just check on the internet, like a clever person.
What I will never do is go shopping without a need to fulfil and an end product in mind.
That’s like following the football and not supporting a particular team. Pick a team. Nobody trusts a person who follows football and doesn’t have a team. It’s like hanging out in bars but never having a drink. It’s like going to a shop with more than 200 flavours of ice cream, just because you like the idea of all that choice, but have no actual desire for ice cream. You go into an ice-cream shop because you want ice cream. Not because you like the idea of ice cream. If you’re lactose intolerant, eat gelato.
The point of going shopping is to buy something. If you don’t buy anything, then you’re just browsing.
It’s like going to a nightclub if you don’t want to meet anyone. Which is apparently a viable and respectable option. But have you been to a nightclub lately? They’re rubbish, so why bother unless you’re trying to fill that massive void inside yourself with another person?
Maybe the people at nightclubs who aren’t looking to meet anyone, are the same people who go shopping not to buy anything. Just standing there, staring and sometimes drooling. Both are just a different type of pervert.
What we need are nightclubs and shops that cater to these sorts of people. A corridor that’s all just windows and mannequins, with a suitably boring soundtrack.
Which would then keep these people out of my way, so I can find a park and get in and out as quickly as possible.
A strategy that applies equally to both shopping centres and nightclubs.
Maybe I just don’t get it. Possibly shopping for stuff you don’t know you want yet is the most rewarding experience of all time. However, I very strongly doubt it.
For Christmas, everyone who gets a present from me gets a book for two reasons. One because people should read more. And, two, I only have to go into one shop.
Notice how I haven’t made this into a men versus women argument? Because it’s not. I know plenty of men that adore shopping. The weirdos. Also, I know plenty of women who can’t stand shopping without a purpose. The champions.
Really, it’s not a battle between the sexes at all. It’s a battle between people who have better things to do and those who have nothing better to do.