Getting Real with Kira Hazledine

I can’t stand shopping for anything longer than a couple hours. Maybe I lack stamina, but I get tired and bored. Maybe I just lack unlimited amounts of money. I’m sure shopping would be a ton more fun if I was swiping a no-limit card. But I digress.

Black Friday shopping is the worst. I vividly remember my last attempt several years ago, when I was young and single and full of life. No responsibilities. Even then, dragging my ass out of bed at 3am was not my idea of a good time. The crowds were insane, people were greedy, and when I took my full cart to the line wrapped around the store, I lost my resolve. I abandoned my cart and went home.

Nothing I was going to purchase was an absolute need, and it wasn’t that amazing of a deal. I’m not a die-hard shopper that was willing to camp out for 2 days, so I guess I’m doing it wrong. Really, its all a bit of a marketing scam anyway, but I won’t get into those mechanics today.

Since then, it’s only gotten to be more intense. Black Friday sales start on Thanksgiving, which as a Thursday, really confuses me. Rather than spending time with families, people are either at work or shopping. I don’t get it. Some people see it as bonding time I guess, but I don’t know how you can function with all the vultures begging for deals. I don’t even dare venture out that weekend at all, because I don’t trust the recklessness of people.

If you love it, then go for it. I don’t begrudge the people that enjoy Black Friday shopping. I just don’t get it. You could never convince me of a sale worth waiting hours in line for, outside or inside. Unless you’re offering me citizenship elsewhere, because I would wait weeks in line for that. But, again, I digress.

You know where I’ll be on Thanksgiving and Black Friday? Home. I can’t be bothered. I don’t need anything that badly. I’d rather stuff my face with food in sweatpants than do any amount of shopping, especially on a day where everyone and their mom is also shopping. As a mom of two, I’m just way too tired. You want me dressed and out the door at what time? To spend money I don’t have on things I don’t need?  I have very little patience as it is, and I can’t be bothered with Debra and her cart full of must-have deals at 3am. I’ll pass.