Shopping.

I hate shopping... especially clothes.

So, new school year comes with new uniform. Today I went to a nearby shopping mall to by trousers and shoes.... with my mom.

I went to a shop and have a look at them. One pair of trousers look quite good and doesn't offend the school rules, and I like them too. Just as I was considering, Mom strolled in and said they were too old-fashioned. Thinking other shops may have "better" options, I decided to go to another shop (PS - the trousers were "new arrivals")

Onto the next shop were trousers that would offend, or have chances, to offend the school rules. So that is a no-no.

By now I realized we ran out of shops with grey trousers. Oh well we would have to go somewhere else. But that was fine with me.

Next we looked for shoes.I was aiming at shoes that have a pointed tip and thin. Mom chose shoes that were exactly the opposite - big fat ones with a stupidly round tip. While I was trying out the pair of shoes, Mom kept on asking if I liked them or not - this is the classic question she asks and any typical kid would know there is only one answer.

So I said yea I liked them. Without hesitation mom bought it. So now it explains why I am writing this while sitting next to a pair of ugly shoes.

Actually I tried to ask her to go to some other shops, but she argued back with some random reasons that I have forgotten already. (However going to the other shops in other malls was an option for the trousers)

The worst shopping experience wouldn't be fulfilled without having my mom strolling into random shops, ignoring the sales, looking at different shoes then asking the price and design and all that, then walking out of the shop like nothing happened. I feel pretty ashamed walking with my mom into the ladies' section of every single shop and then walking out.

On the way back home, on the train, I sat opposite to mom, not beside her. I didn't want to talk to her. Of course she noticed it pretty soon. She screamed she wouldn't shop with me anymore. Then I said I wasn't even angry at her (I lied). But sometimes I don't understand - why does she only understand my feelings after decisions were made?