Send the Ambulance. I need help.

I firmly believe that shopping for clothes, to match an accessory, is a sure sign of shopping disorder. Said person needs help.

In cash.
*gulp*
First, I bought a Tommy Hilfiger watch. The most expensive watch I've ever bought for myself, my only justification being that is it a scarf watch. What be that, you ask? That be a very sexy, very cute, very lust-worthy watch which has a scarf to tie it around, instead of a strap. Very fancy, I am sure you agree. The scarf is a pretty white and black, and the decision to shell out 200 bucks was made in less than 2 minutes. My friend shouted "decadence" as I was paying the bill. I promptly ignored him.
Then, I went hunting for a skirt to match this watch. Which I found. Today. During lunchtime. I spent 5 minutes packing a sandwich, and 2 minutes picking up a pretty white-and-black skirt. OMG! Did I just shop clothes to match accessories? Damn it!
The little voice inside me reminded me that this wasnt the first time, so I could go easy on the drama and guilt trip. Apparently, I bought another white-and-green skirt yesterday, to match my very classy green leather sandals purchased in Hong Kong. I plead temporary insanity or amnesia, whichever sounds more convincing.
As if lunchtime shopping wasnt bad enough, I have now being lured into tea time shopping. 330pm. I walk to Spinelli's to get my afternoon shot of caffeine. It is an evil plan to place an entire mall between me and Spinelli. I see. I walk in. I buy. A pair of shorts, and a black polo tee. No, I didnt need either. But they were on sale. Someone help me.

And dont even get me started on shopping for home. Yes, I am headed to India for a week. Flight leaves tomorrow evening. I have obviously not packed yet. Because I have obviously not shopped yet. That is scheduled for tonight. Gadgets for home, skincare for the mother, food for the sister, chocolates for the neighbour's kid, and clothes for the niece. Yes, something strangely exciting about buying clothes for a 3 month old. They are so uber-cute! And cheap too.

The most challenging part though, is rounding up all the shopping for home which I have already done over the last 1 year. And now I dont even remember where in my house they reside. Trinkets from my US holiday, shopping from HK, and even a sari for mom dear from my Bangalore sojourn.

Shopping woes apart, I am keeping crazy busy wrapping up work in office. Tomorrow is my last day in this team. A hundred things to do, forms to sign, handover documents to be completed. A good pile of hardcopies have been gobbled by the shredder and the recycle bin. It is strangely empowering to shred loads of paper concerning loads of projects. Either that, or, I am just weird. *scratches head*

I have been watching a lot of SATC these days. And it always makes me think. And then I end up hypothesising, philosophising and discussing with the housemate. Yesterday, I hypothesised that maybe we shy away from asking the right questions, is because we are too afraid to not find the answer. We are the generation which is obsessed with finding anwers to everything. Everytime. Maybe that is our curse. We all matured too much, too early. We take on too many responsibilities. At 25, my Dad had studied more than I have, had a salary far lesser than I do, and was more satisfied with his life than I will ever be. Ironical, isnt it?