I tried a little shopping aversion therapy on myself this weekend. In the same way that a smoker who is trying to quit might sit in an unventilated room and smoke 3 packs, I took myself and my shopping list to a place I despise like no other–Wal-Mart. Nevermind my politics, I truly dislike everything about the superstore. The harsh lighting, the smiley faces winking at you from every oversized sign, the faux hardwood floors that attempt to “warm” the place up, the surly help at the customer service desk. I once went 3 rounds and spent 20 minutes with a customer service associate at Wal-Mart to save $4.00 on a pack of diapers. I vowed never to return. But alas, the desire to succeed at living “consumer-free” got the best of me. I know myself too well–Target is my temptress, my shopping lover, the reason my credit card bill is always about $300 higher than expected. I have to go cold turkey on Target.
So to Wal-Mart I went–needing to purchase 5 items (all necessary “exceptions” like diapers for my son, paper towels, shower gel, etc.). And that’s all I bought! No cute yet unnecessary lamps, no 1/2 priced seasonal beach toys for the kids, no workout clothes I just can’t live without. There was no enjoyment in the experience–I was in and out with the stuff I needed and no extras. Wal-Mart–you were my shopping salvation. Now, I wonder how many more times I’ll have to return in the next 5 months and 3 weeks?