Confessions of a Shopaphobic

You know how when you enter a shop and smell the new fabric and look at the sea of new multicolored clothes, you get this rush? I dont.
I am V, and I am a shopophobic. Alright, I accept it. I have selective shopophobia. I hate shopping for clothes. There, I said it.
I hate going from one store to another, trying out clothes. I hate the hustle and bustle that go along with the ritual of shopping. Everytime I pay for some expensive piece of cloth, I cry a little bit inside. I mean, think of the number of cheesecakes I can eat with all that money.
Its not just enough if you get the clothes, you just have to buy the accessories to go with it.
And if you roll your eyes when somebody suggests we check out other shops - after having checked out a million stores already, I should add - God help you. Especially if there's a wedding involved. And you are the bride. (But thats a whole other post altogther isnt it?)
I don't care if the slippers look good. I will not be able to walk too long with them. I don't care if the anklets look cool. They make an annoying noise. I don't care if the clothes in this shop are better than the ones you have already bought in another shop. Just..let..me..go!
For the love of God, they're just clothes. All they are supposed to do is cover you up. Or not cover you up. Whichever you choose.
Dont even get me started on people who say 'You are a girl. You should get used to shopping for clothes. People expect you to do it with them.'
Listen to me carefully when I say this. Nobody wants to go shopping with me. It's like inviting the Grinch over to their christmas party.
So leave me ALONE! I am happy with the clothes I have right now, thank you very much.