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Confessions of a shopaholic - Part 2

“I've no idea when I'm going to wear it, the girl replied calmly. I only knew that I had to have it. Once I tried it on, well... She shrugged. The dress claimed me.”   ― Isabel Wolff, A Vintage Affair Ok!!! So, there was a lot of hue and cry regarding my last post " Confessions of a shopaholic " and so, I decided to write a part 2 to the same which can also be considered as a sequel to the previous one:D So, I agree there are many many side-effects of being a shopaholic. Its not all that happy happy thing as it sounds! Yes, and that's so true... I mean each and every thing that I mentioned in my last post was completely true. That is the way I feel when I shop, I just go mad, just out of control! Actually, I am an untamed shopaholic, believe me! That's the right word for me. But don't you think everything that you are unable to control is just not good for you or for anybody? I realized it now! You know after spending almost each and every penn...

Confessions of a shopaholic

Its so easy for this world to just declare "Stop shopping!" "Its wastage of money" and blah blah blah... Its so easy for them to give their opinions!! But I say, put yourself in my shoes and then, probably you will understand... Anyways, my plight is too abstruse for anyone! Ask me who is totally addicted to shopping!!! Every month I promise myself that this is gonna be the last month for me to shop, no more shopping, I rebuke myself every month!!! Yes, that's a job that I do religiously! But the problem is I am just not able to adhere to it. Now the big question is Why? You really wanna know? Well, then here it is: That's because I am addicted. Addicted to the most incredible thing in the world that they call shopping, but for me the word is life and blood!!! The moment my salary is credited into my account, the moment my phone beeps with my salary credited msg, my mind stops working, my mind stops listening to me. Yes, there is some strange conno...