Do you guys know that feeling when you walk into a store, want to buy everything in site, remember you don’t have any money and walk out empty-handed? Well, I don’t. Restraining myself from buying a fabulous pair of shoes or the perfect top has never been something that I’ve succeeded at. Along with my parents, siblings, BFF’s and boyfriend, I’ll be one of the first people to tell you: I have a
little tiny shopping problem.
I don’t remember a time that I didn’t love shopping. I can find something I want to buy myself in any store, ever, and I absolutely love the feeling of purchasing new things. For me, there is nothing better than finding the perfect outfit. It’s like a high that I can’t get enough of.
My shopping addiction probably goes hand-in-hand with the fact that I have no responsibility with money whatsoever. It’s not like my family is swimming in cash, but money has always just sort of been there. My parents spoiled me until I got my first job, and once I started working, it was like I had an endless stream of my own money coming in. I was always lucky enough to never have to pay bills or any of my college education, and so I’ve had the opportunity to spend my cash on anything I wanted.
It doesn’t matter that I rarely wear the same thing twice (too many options), that my clothes are literally overflowing from my closet and drawers, or that my friends go “shopping” in my room when they need something cute. Nothing stops me. It’s safe to say that the majority of my paycheck goes towards buying myself things I don’t need. I even prefer going shopping by myself so that I don’t have to hear the constant nagging of my friends and family to stop spending money.
It’s not like I haven’t had a few bad experiences. When I turned 18, I eagerly got my first credit card – only to max it out almost immediately (to the surprise of no one). The anxiety of debt barely bothered me, though – my parents bailed me out and paid it off. And they did the same thing the second time… and the third… and the fourth – until my dad came home one day and cut up my card into a million plastic pieces.
When I start buying things, I can’t seem to get myself to stop, and it’s not only clothes. Yes, I have tons of shirts, pants, dresses and shoes, but I’ve also purchased 20 new nail polishes within the span of one week. I recently ordered a few hundred dollars worth of books in one month. I’m obsessed with makeup, designer bags, jewelry, movies… pretty much anything. My latest habit is religiously checking the website Gilt.com – and almost always buying something.
Here’s the thing: shopping makes me feel better. When I’m sad over a dude, fighting with a friend, stressing over work or am just feeling massively bored, I shop, I purchase, and I am instantly cheered up. Even when everything else is falling apart, I can still find something I want – and that’s comforting.
I know it’s irresponsible, careless and superficial, but I can’t get myself to find a cure for my addiction. I really wish I could start being more serious about money and start saving more. I mean, I have so many clothes I don’t even know what to do with them! I’d love to be able to make my parents stop yelling at me and feel like I actually have money in the bank. Any tips on how to help me out here, girls?
Are you a shopaholic also? What are you kind of addicted to? Tell us in the comments.