The kind of a girl I am, I cannot be alone, not even for a
moment, except when I am depressed, or when there is no other option, but to be
alone. Last evening, after office I decided to go shopping, all by myself. The
deciding part itself took like an hour, and then accepting the fact that I was
going alone, took another hour. Even offered my colleague to accompany me, but
then she refused, and, I finally ended up going out alone.
I have my own weird reasons of not going alone somewhere
out, I have never really been alone, always been indecisive and always had this odd feeling of roaming around
all alone, plus my talkative nature just can’t stay quiet, especially when I am
somewhere out, and get excited about anything.
Now let’s get back to last evening, when I dared to step out alone,
entered a mall alone, and bought things all alone, with much confusion and
saved a lot of time and also saved a lot of money.
And before I tell you how I am feeling, right now, while
writing this piece of blog post, let me clear that I didn’t go shopping for
clothes or accessories or any girly stuff. I went shopping for stationary. Yes,
you heard it right stationary.
So I was sitting at my office, with not much work, and I
with no mood to either read or write or surf on the internet, so I sat in front
of my desktop, staring into infinity and thinking about random things (one of
favorite pastimes at work) and somehow it struck me that nothing is making me
cheerful at that particular moment, and I don’t want to go back home and stare
at the wall, so I an idea struck me that I should go shopping, shopping for
something productive.
Now how is stationary
productive? I have always been really fascinated with painting, sketching,
drawing or whatever form of art you call it. And some 2-3 months back, my
grandfather had given me an advice that I should spend some part of my salary
to buy something that will increase my credibility and add to my talent. So I
decided to buy a book, and guess what I ended up buying Paints, and sketch
book, and sketch pens, and pencils and paint brushes and so many more things.
And then I came back home, and kept staring at it like a baby, you know every
year in school, when your parents used to buy you those new books, and pens,
and pencils, and bags, and you used to be so excited about everything, that was
how excited and happy I was after buying those small, productive things.
And I wrote this whole thing, just because I had to express
my happiness somewhere and write how easy it is to shop alone. Next time when I
ask anyone to come to shop along with me please remind me this incident. I
would really appreciate and treat that person with a pastry.
