Most of the time, when it comes to shopping for clothes, I would much rather buy books – and at many times in my life, I have gone into the mall with the purpose of buying clothes and come out having purchased books. Or, if there is not a bookstore available, I will talk myself out of buying clothes so that I can go buy books some other place. There appears to be some wiring defect in my head that, when I begin looking at the price of clothing I begin to think about how good an investment books are. In order for me to buy clothes, I almost have to know exactly what I am going to buy, walk in, grab it, go to the counter, pay and leave. If I don’t do it this way, the voices in my head can become very active.
Well, recently, I finally decided, after a long debate in my head, that it was time to go buy some clothes. Specifically, I was in the market for some t-shirts. The majority of mine had served their purpose and had become fairly well worn out.
Not that you could tell by looking at me, but I am pretty picky about my clothing. I don’t like wearing logos. Most of the time, when it comes to shirts, I’m actually not a big fan of pockets. And, yeah, I’m picky about t-shirts, too – high maintenance, right? And being that I’m picky, once I find a piece of clothing that I like, I am quite apt to stick with that item for a long time – and then when I am forced to shop again, I frequently return to the specific product I have used before. It’s suppose it’s a little bit like brand loyalty, but maybe not exactly. Or maybe so…
Now, I knew going into this shopping expedition that I could get exactly what I was looking for online. But instead of taking the tried and true path, I decided to listen to the people in my inner circle about where I should go for my purchase, perhaps to expand my horizons a bit. So, I go to a specific store because I have been given a good recommendation about the specific t-shirt in which I am interested. Now, based on past experience, I know when I walk into that store, a whole series of weird behaviors are apt to begin.
I walk in. I do a good job of finding the specific product I am interested in buying and go straight to it. As I am walking, it is almost as if I can feel the dopamine rush, I breathe in deeply, my eyes widen and I begin thinking, “Ah, Jeez! there are SO MANY OPTIONS, $16.50 for a t-shirt, that’s at least one book, maybe two, this is going to be exhausting, ooh, that fabric feels nice – wow, I wonder if I can pull off the yellow or purple shirts — I’m pretty sure those will look awful on me – no, I just need black, gray and blue — but I need to broaden my tastes — I swear they’re pumping in oxygen — the colors are so vivid — the air is crisp — it is really bright in here –I really do need a v-neck and a crew neck –-I know this song they’re playing — is my heart beating faster?”
Now, when I came into the store I was fairly certain of what I wanted to accomplish and had a set amount of money that I was willing to spend on said product. But I notice that as I am perusing the products, my limit has somehow moved to another location in my mind – and I begin bargaining with myself. “I’ll grab a bunch of different colors and I can bring some back” and then, “I never go shopping, I haven’t had new clothes in two years, just buy what you want.” And then, “I know I could get this cheaper, but I want quality for a change. I’m tired of cheap-ing out.” And of course, “I earned this!” or “I deserve this!” – both of those messages growing louder and louder as the primary messages rattlin’ around in my noggin.
I make my way to the counter with 7 different t-shirts in my hand…(to be continued)