clueless

i find it very depressing when you're really upset, but you still shop.

Picture this: You're helluva sad because your cat got hit by a truck out of curiosity, or you are currently having a war with your best friend, or any other sort of stuffs that makes you feel isolated. Then you walked into Balmain, holding up a pair of laced up boots, asking the nearest salesgirl around if it comes in size 8. She says yes chirpily and gives you the warmest smile. That was which, the worst part because when you feel isolated the most and a stranger starting to friendly with you like she had known you like an old friend, everything will just turn out 10 times worse. Because the person you're expecting to be friendly with was supposed to be the friend you're having a fight with or your just-passed-away cat, not a random stranger from an expensive store.

You try on that pair of boots. It fits. The friendly salesgirl takes it to the cashier and right when you are about to pay your purchase, suddenly it clicks. What is the point buying a pair of boots when you are not able to brag about it to your best friend since you both are having a WW 2. It seems like the war will last on for an eternity. Just by thinking bout that, you got a lot more depressed again, plus the fact that you are going to pay 1500 dollars for that pair of boots, oh don't you wish you never walked in to this goddamn store. You are going to pay for that pair of boots and you and your best friend won't be talking till God knows when. Seems like the only thing right now that can make you happy is that pair of lace up boots, but you know the feelings aren't legit. Pretty much virtual.

You walk out of the goddam store, and the friendly salesgirl says thank you please come again. And you actually thought that the friendly session between you and the salesgirl would be long enough for her to be your rebound, base on friendship. But it didn't. So fuck reality.

And now you're now missing your cat or your best friend so much because only then you realize that buying a pair of laced up boots ain't gonna fix the fact that your cat got hit or solve the stupid problem between you and your best friend. And you will feel regret for going on this shopping trip that you would rather stay back at home watching sitcoms inhaling a gallon of Chunky Monkey.