I hate shopping. Yes, I’m a teenage girl. Yes, I’m human. But nevertheless, I hate shopping.

I know some girls just love the idea of spending hours and hours in a store, but quite frankly, just the thought of it disgusts me. I can’t stand just walking around a store trying on clothes I most likely don’t even need. Granted, clothes are a necessity, so therefore an extent of shopping is understandable. But just going to the mall “just because” seems over the top.

When I was little, I would always get hand-me-downs from my cousin, so I never went shopping that much. I was content to pick through the boxes and boxes that she would give me to find what I wanted. As I got older and the concept of going to the store and buying clothes was more familiar, I realized that I liked it less and less. I’m not really sure why, but I just don’t enjoy browsing without any real purpose.

With the holidays coming up, shopping gets even crazier. From about the middle of November to the end of December, prices soar and shoppers swarm; especially on Black Friday. Everybody is trying to get all their holiday shopping done early, making it an even more chaotic process. Apparently, people will go out extremely early in the morning and not come back until late that evening. The very idea sickens me.

However, not all shopping disgusts me. Shopping for things such as nice dresses, boots or jewelry I can understand, even enjoy at times. I’ll even sometimes go try on fancy dresses just for fun; it’s completely different from the usual hunt for regular clothes. Although I don’t enjoy just browsing in a store, going to the mall is a completely different story. There is a huge difference between spending 30 minutes in one store just trying stuff on and walking around in the mall, making comments about things you see in different stores or stopping to get something to eat. That, I can deal with, but only in a moderate amount of time. Spending more than three hours anywhere is concerning to me.

While I can understand the need for shopping, the excessiveness that some people feel the need to have will always remain a mystery to me.