Wake Me Up When Black-Friday Ends
Or should I say when Cyber Monday ends? Should I even open my eyes before 2021 ends?
This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been,
Feeling so secure, yet acting as if I’m ready to buy in.
Forgive me, Katie Melua, for adapting the lyrics of your The Closest Thing To Crazy, but that’s pretty much how I feel right now — ready to buy in and desperately trying to buy out.
My inbox is flooding with offers that scream at my credit card. These days, shopping has become my cardio, and I swear I hate cardio.
I used to feel cool about Black Friday.
I knew I wasn’t the type of person who gets so severely injured on Black Friday that they can’t make it to the Cyber Monday shopping due to stitches and plasters.
Yet the thing is that I was probably that cool because, pre-covid, I was out walking my 10k daily steps and didn’t bother to see the offers.
Now that we’re pretty much in lockdown, the offers are coming to me.
I’m afraid to open my email
They say real women shop all the time, and Black Friday is only for amateurs.
