a friend of mine called me up last week
and was like, MAGGIE, you wanna go to the mall with me? which is a totally normal question to ask me and even one that usually elicits a YES OF COURSE I WANT TO GO TO THE MALL WITH YOU like a golden retriever. i really do live up to the '#1 most popular name for dogs' hype. anyways, i thought for a second and reflected on my more recent shopping experiences and i nicely turned her down.
and then because it's somewhat embarrassing to admit to your stylish friend with good taste that you secretly wanted to go to old navy and ross, i went alone. and then i went to american eagle. and then even into victora's secret.
now, don't get me wrong. i'm not downing the shopping with a friend experience. what i'm saying is that shopping alone is an entirely new and extraordinary experience because you can pick up that distressed chambray shirt dress that you see a butt load of potential in without a disapproving "eh" from your gal that might make you choose not to buy it and then wear it to school a few days later and be complimented on it when you might otherwise be ridiculed at the store. plus, isn't it awful when you're shopping with a friend and you're in different sections of the store and your friend happens to get the good section before you do and buys something amazing because you didn't see it first? (though, then you can usually borrow said item...)
maybe i just really like hanging out alone these days. which has nothing to do with being single (*cough cough* sophie *cough* *cough*) and entirely to do with independence. and just hanging out with myself. and doing every gosh darn thing i want to do because i want to do it and not caring about what someone else wants to do. or maybe it is because i just really have a thing for liking ugly clothes that no one else likes. the jury is out.