shopping

Is it odd to be a 28 year old female and think shopping is such a vapid activity that it makes my skin crawl and I want to run far, far away? It's not Michigan Avenue that makes me feel this way. It's a signature of Chicago. Tourists please come and pay the 10% tax. Lincoln Park, specifically, Armitage and Halstead, really tests my gag reflex. It's the activity of shopping and the people. I pity the men dragging behind their female companions. I really do. It hit me the other day while walking around with people I like. And the time before that, I walked around with my sister who is a fucking badass
and fun to hang out with. Those times I thought, hot damn, that was a total waste of my existence...I'm out of here.