Supposed retail therapy ends in more depression

Yesterday, I was particularly down in the dumps where I was in so deep that neither food nor chocolate could pick me up. I found it amazing how I could not manage to find the strength to drown my sorrows in high calorie food – which used to be great pick me up for me. So I decided to try out what most people enjoy. Retail therapy.

Since I was just stepping out of Parole School, I had a friend / colleague accompany me in my quest to do some retail therapy. Of course, when I got to the mall, I found so many gorgeous things that I felt a bit better at the prospect of possibly looking better or at least better dressed than my current state. So I picked this and this, and possibly this and that, but I guess that was just not my day for cheering up.

See, I got all happy when I gathered up the things that I wanted to try out, and I ended up not buying anything at all. See, there were some of the clothes that fit, whereas there were also some that didn’t. Well, I reckon most of the clothes in this city do not fit me. I cannot help it when I am HUGE.

Yeah, okay. Anyway, who would not be depressed when you look at yourself at the mirror and all the mirror shows you is how you need to have fillets taken out of you. Eh. I guess that is nothing new there. So where am I supposed to buy clothes? Ahh well..

Obviously being frustrated at the thought that I could not buy anything, plus the fact that I just saw myself in the mirror made me lose my drive for retail therapy and just decided to go home. I guess I better try another mode of pick me up than retail therapy.

I went home a bit more depressed really, but I have also reached realizations as well. It doesn’t matter. On a lighter note, the depression I had regarding my oversized physicalities faded in less than 20 minutes. If you ask me, that is much faster than my normal 24-48 hours of wallowing in self-pity. Hehehe.. See? Improvement!!

… but I am still down in the dumps.