I hate Shopping…

I do… I hate shopping… with a vengence…

For people who know me, that should not come as too much of a surprise. My mood just plummet and I’ll be grouchy if I need to shop for an extended period of time (anything more than 10 minutes). I know the best thing to do in dark times like these would be to sulk, grit my teeth and just get the damn Christmas shopping over with, therein ensuring joy to the world and good will towards mankind.

But the thing is… Misery loves company…

Normally, my bubble of personal space is quite malleable. I’m ok with people squeezng really close to me (especially really beautiful ones… I digress…) because, quite simply, I’m not that territorial. But when I’m in a dark mood, this invisible bubble seems to explode outwards exponentially. So if yo u do shit near me (anywhere within my visual range) you WILL get shit.

This includes You who was spitting out of a moving bus. Have you even consider the people ON THE SIDEWALK??? And do you really have that much spittle that you have to do that THREE times on a 10 minute bus ride????

And also You who budged into my taxi, trying to negotiate a partial deal with my driver WITHOUT even a glance in my direction.

And also You who quoted me a ridiculous price for pirated shades. Yes, normally I think a (short) bargaining process is fun. But if you start off with a price that is 50 times higher than normal, You are just asking for it. I will not do business with anyone who takes me for an idiot. And Yes, I will shove you if you block my way.

And last but certainly not least (in fact, I’ll say Most since You got the biggest earful from me), You who skipped my queue. Yes, I am in line and pressing so close against me when there is so much space behind will not make me move. No, shimmying pass me will only ensure a big, humiliating Earful from me.

I don’t think any of You will be reading this, but I’ll like to apologize for ticking You off(and then some) for behaving like the lil imbecilic kids that You are.

Ho ho friggin ho…