Shopping Therapy

I used to think that people who shop for therapy are freaks of society...until I became one.

Since I started working (and getting my paychecks, including the gold member status plastics) not more than two months ago, I've started calming my nerves with shopping. My then-windowshopping has transmogrified into full-blown kaching-kachings with my plastics.

The last time I was: (a) depressed over a breakup, (b) disconcerted over a seemingly-boring workshop that I've facilitated, or (c) jaded over some family matter that couldn't be solved pronto, I went shopping. From then until now, I've bought stuff that I normally wouldn't buy in almost about the same time frame.

Hello Nokia mobile phone. Howdy square toed shoes. Hi leather wallet. Aloha Swiss watch. Hey Bluetooth laptop adapter. And Hola huge-capacity multimedia expansion card.

Oh dammit. Please don't make me depressed, disconcerted or jaded. I am eyeing a Palm. Argh.