Shopping

Going shopping with my mother is probably the worst idea in the world next to inserting your dick in a beehive. Seriously. And you're like, OMFG HELP THE LADY CARRY HER GROCERIES, ARE YOU THAT MUCH OF A JERK. Well alright, I can handle groceries. I don't mind pushing a trolley around or like swinging 20kg of rice over my shoulder. But no, this isn't typical grocery shopping; this is CLOTHES SHOPPING.

Clothes shopping with my mother. How bad can it get? The correct answer is "pretty fucking bad". Our tastes in clothing are completely different. It is my honest opinion that the things she makes me wear make me look hungry for cock. As for what I like, well, they're always too dull or childish, according to her. Argh the complete and utter embarrassment, when I cave in and go to the change rooms. Then she makes me step out wearing those clothes, and calls over the shop assistant to comment on how I look. So much "FML", right there.

At the end of the day it was a semi-victory for me, at least. Mum ended up paying for everything, and I found some clothes which I could tolerably wear. however, I am NEVER going clothes shopping with my mother, EVER again. Well, at least not shopping for my clothes. For her I don't care, fine whatever.

Clothes shopping is overrated.