i, shopaholic
my name is talia and i am a compulsive shopper.
it doesn't matter if i'm just buying tsinelas or splurging on expensive stilleto shoes; i cannot leave the mall without making a purchase. i'm not even bothered when i just see a single P100 bill left in my wallet and payday is 10 days away; when i'm at a mall, i just have to purchase something or i go home feeling like a loser.
it could be worse i know, thank God i am not a kleptomaniac. i actually pay for my purchases. it's just that it's a sickness i can't control and i often end up broke because of it. my room is full of useless clutter-- knickknacks that outlive their use in a day and shoes and accessories i seldom wear. i'm an emotional shopper: i shop when i'm happy, when i'm sad, when i'm lonely, when i'm bored, in sickness and in health, payday or famine time. every occasion is an excuse to go shopping.
i've been working for a year and a half already and i have almost no savings to show for it. and i dont even have any credit card bills to pay; i just cant imagine where i would be now if i had a credit card. therapy is taboo here in the boondocks unfortunately so lest someone says i'm a loony, i wouldnt dare go to a psychologist/psychiatrist for this. and besides, most of the psychologists here are loonies themselves. not enough training, i think. but that's another story.
so here i am, flat broke...again. but it's just mind over matter right? or rather, mind over money. so moving forward, i hereby resolve not to purchase anything on a whim unless it fulfills a basic need for food, clothing, shelter, or knowledge (i will never scrimp on buying books. never.) so help me God.
it doesn't matter if i'm just buying tsinelas or splurging on expensive stilleto shoes; i cannot leave the mall without making a purchase. i'm not even bothered when i just see a single P100 bill left in my wallet and payday is 10 days away; when i'm at a mall, i just have to purchase something or i go home feeling like a loser.
it could be worse i know, thank God i am not a kleptomaniac. i actually pay for my purchases. it's just that it's a sickness i can't control and i often end up broke because of it. my room is full of useless clutter-- knickknacks that outlive their use in a day and shoes and accessories i seldom wear. i'm an emotional shopper: i shop when i'm happy, when i'm sad, when i'm lonely, when i'm bored, in sickness and in health, payday or famine time. every occasion is an excuse to go shopping.
i've been working for a year and a half already and i have almost no savings to show for it. and i dont even have any credit card bills to pay; i just cant imagine where i would be now if i had a credit card. therapy is taboo here in the boondocks unfortunately so lest someone says i'm a loony, i wouldnt dare go to a psychologist/psychiatrist for this. and besides, most of the psychologists here are loonies themselves. not enough training, i think. but that's another story.
so here i am, flat broke...again. but it's just mind over matter right? or rather, mind over money. so moving forward, i hereby resolve not to purchase anything on a whim unless it fulfills a basic need for food, clothing, shelter, or knowledge (i will never scrimp on buying books. never.) so help me God.
posted by superstelle at 2:58 PM
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