I am a shopaholic. I can stay in Orchard from the moment the
shops open to the second the shutters come down. I can navigate my way around
Orchard with my eyes closed, but I get lost in my home-faculty, Science.
Shopping has become an addiction. It’s become my lifestyle. I can count on
Forever21, New Look, H&M, Topshop to be there for me when I’m sad, or
angry, or happy. Because I know when I shop, I almost never come home
empty-handed.
As a little girl, I used to play dress-up with everything I could
find in my mother’s closet. I had a weird obsession with keeping my wardrobe
colourful, neat and organized. Shopping was my favourite past time, even at the
age of 6. On occasional weekends my parents would take me shopping to update my
closet. And as I grew older, I kept the tradition alive, by shopping with
friends.
When I turned 18, my father gave me a Credit Card as a
birthday gift. That’s when it really got out of hand. I would spend 4-5 days a
week shopping with different people. And my closet looks like it’s going to
explode. I have to make frequent trips to IKEA to get more hangers, to keep up
with the increasing number of clothes. My father never really questioned the
credit card bills, but I’m slowly starting to feel guilty and responsible for
all my expenditures.
So, I decided I’m going to reduce my expenditure, and slowly
stop using the credit card. It’s a good thing a new semester has started. I’m
occupied with school work. And I decided to give tuition, save the money and
reward myself with shopping in December. I plan to curb this addiction, and I believe
in time, I will.
