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I (female, 18) took my little sister (15) shopping yesterday. While she was in the changing room trying on some of the stuff she found, I decided to play a little prank on her and opened the curtain behind which she was changing. She screamed and tried to hit me but didn't notice that she wasn't wearing anything else than a panty.
I work in a filling station at the drive-through checkout. Some days ago an older guy around 60 or something drove by and wanted to pay with his credit card. He talked to himself all the time, he was really a creepy hell of a guy and really really unfriendly. When I told him to wait a moment he insulted me and said that I was an incompetent loser.
He then gave me his credit card, I put it in the card reader and told him to enter his PIN. He started talking while typing as accidentally told me his code. I gave him the receipt and he drove off showing his middle finger.
But he forgot his credit card.
I drove to the mall the same day and went shopping like I had never shopped in my like.
Thank you Mr. **** for your kind gift!
I am addicted to getting stuff. Buying it or stealing it. I need to collect everything that you can collect. I go to the city everyday to shoplift everything I can find or what I like. If I'm in a good mood, I'll spend all my money on stuff I don't need. I also use a lot of my friends to get free stuff or steal from them. I am a very organised collector. Nothing more, nothing less.
I was shopping the other day looking for some cute shoes for my new dress. I even found some shoes, brown ones with closers on the right sight. Like you can imagine those shoes were SO EXPENSIVE, I could never ever in my life afford them. I just put them on, left my old sneakers behind and walked out of the store. 2 policemen were standing in front of the building, I nicely said hello and went on.
I went shopping yesterday and I kept the bra on which I was trying on, I hid the old one behind some boxes. I feel really bad right now :(
I am addicted to buy clothes - I am a shop-a-holic.
That's not the biggest problem for me. Everyone in my surroundings told me that I exaggerated with shopping and that I should stop. At first, I didn't believe them and kept on shopping, I did this until I was broke. Every single month.
Now I noticed it myself. But I am just to pride to admit to them that they were right. So now I keep on buying and wasting money just to show them I don't believe them.
I am just stupid, why do I do that?!
I have become a hoarder. I go on eBay late at night when everyone is asleep and I buy luxury clothing and shoes that are not even my size. I started working from home so I can accept the packages without my husband knowing. I have boxes on top of boxes and I tell him that they are inventory that I am selling online but I'm not. I haven't sold anything online in over a year or two. I am so sick over my deception and addiction that I just lay in bed all day and make plans on how I am going to rectify the situation. But all I do is wind up unpacking one box and repackaging the items in another. I don't know why I am doing this. I never cared about things like that before but now it's like if I see a Tory Burch bag for $5 with free shipping and I dont buy it I feel like I'm about to take a huge test that I am completely unprepared for, or like I'm about to jump out of a plane. The only thing that stops the anxiety is buying the item. I am out of money and I can't remember the last time I did dishes or made dinner. I just lock myself in my room and obsess over this all day and all night.
Today, I skipped work because I wanted to go shopping.
I went to a shop and tried some clothes on, when I saw one of my bosses coming really close. He hadn't seen me then so I decided to hide behind a manikin.
At first, it looked like it would work, but then someone tapped me on my shoulder, I twitched, fell down with the dummy on top of me.
Now, I got a dissuasion from work and I have the order to stay away from the shop.
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