Nowadays, shopping is made so easy. You can do it from oceans away and at the click of a button. Now, this would ordinarily make it a great thing, a breakthrough in making human lives easier. But for people like me, who have absolutely no self control and what seems like an abundance of bad days that warrant a night in with my laptop and a glass of something stronger, it is a very, very dangerous thing to fall victim to.
Not anymore.
Online shopping has become a solution to both bad days and bad moods. Having a bad day? Go online shopping. In a bad mood? Go online shopping. Not that I buy something every time I go (online window shopping: make it a thing?), but it still has instilled in me the belief that I need something in my life to fulfill a part of me that feels empty. And of course, this means that something is very, very wrong.
Now, whenever I feel like something is missing or if I feel like I should be doing something I'm currently not, I almost instinctively go looking at clothes or things or shoes (mostly shoes, my biggest weakness). Although it only hurts my heart, and my wallet when I do actually decide to buy something, I can't help but think that there might be a side to this that has a negative effect on myself personally.
Is there a difference between looking at things you can possibly tangibly own and simply yearning for a relationship between two characters on Netflix? You could achieve both by taking the certain actions necessary, but are they one and the same? There are many different types of love -- is love for a person the same as love for an over-sized knit sweater?
The fact that most of my shopping experiences happen online shows that although the existence of online shopping has proved beneficial and energy-conserving to both shopaholics man and womankind, it is simply not beneficial to yours truly, who would now rather spend a night in than out, doing things before the ingenious invention that is online shopping.
The worst part is that you realize you are most susceptible to online shopping when you don't particularly need anything; you have everything you could possibly need, until you see the world's smallest Rubik's cube on sale for $8 at Urban Outfitters.
